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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHpcar; 


ANCIENT  AND  MODERN, 


FOR   THE   USE   OF   ALL   WHO    LOVE   TO  SING  THE   PRAISES  OK 


GOD  IN  CHRIST. 


IN  THE  FAMILY,  THE  SCHOOL,  OR  THE  CHURCH; 


DISCOURSE  ON  MUSIC 


(DIVIJ^E   OfRQlJ^AMCE  OF   WO(RSHI(?, 


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SAMUEL  R.  WILSON,  D.D., 

PASTOR  FIRST  PRESBYTERIAN  CHUKCH,  LOUISVILLH, 


CINCINNATI: 

EOBEET   CLARKE  &  CO., 

65  West  Fourth  Street. 

1872. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1872, 

By  SAMUEL  E.  WILSON,  D.D., 

In  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress  at  Washington. 


TO  THE  MEMORY 

Of  my  Noble  and  Venerated  Father,  who,  in  the  Morning  and  Even- 
ing Worship  of  a  Happy  Home,  taught  me  to  love  and  to  sing  the 
Songs  of  Zion,  this  Collection  of  the  Hymns  of  the  Church  is  aflfec- 

tionately 

INSCRIBED. 


Prefatory    Note. 


It  is  not  the  intention  in  offering  this  collection  of  Hymns 
to  the  Church  to  supersede  or  interfere  with  the  books  used  by 
the  several  denominations  of  Christians,  but  to  supply  a  want 
felt  by  many  Pastors  in  these  various  portions  of  the  Church. 
There  area  large  number  of  Hymns,  both  ancient  and  modern, 
of  the  highest  order,  some  of  which  are  found  in  all  the  Hymn 
Books  in  use,  but  very  many  of  which  arc  not  in  any  of  those 
books.  These  hymns  are  eminently  adapted  both  to  excite  and 
to  express  devotional  feeling.  And  are  suited  alike  to  the  Family 
Circle,  the  Prayer  Meeting,  the  Sabbath  School,  and  the 
Assemblies  of  the  whole  Congregation.  It  has  been  the  object 
of  the  compiler  of  this  volume  to  bring  together  some  of  the 
choicest  of  these  hymns  in  a  form  suitable  to  general  use.  In 
addition,  a  Tune  has  been  carefully  selected  as  adapted  to  the 
style  and  sentiment  of  the  Hymn  to  which  it  is  appropriated. 
The  aim  has  been  to  find  tunes  plain,  substantial,  and  of  an  ele- 
vated character,  and  easily  learned  by  the  people.  How  far 
success  has  been  attained  in  this  very  difficult  part  of  the  work, 
those  who  may  use  the  Book  will  be  able  to  judge.  No  doubt 
some  changes  for  the  better  will  be  suggested  by  experience. 
But  when  once  a  Tune  is  found  to  be  well  suited  to  a  Hymn, 
let  it  be  always  sung  to  that  hymn.  Thus,  Tune  and  Hymn  be- 
come identified  with  each  other,  and  the  result  will  be  most 
happy  in  promoting  good  singing  by  the  whole  bod}^  of  wor- 
shipers in  the  Church.  Most  certainly  must  this  so  desirable 
a  result  follow  if  the  same  hymns  and  tunes  used  in  the  Prayer- 
room  and  tlie  Church  shall  be  sung  around  the  fii-eside  of 
Home,  and  in  the  Sabbath  School.  Both  parents  and  children 
will  then  learn  to  speak  the  same  language  of  praise,  and  the 
voices  in  harmony  go  up  from  all  in  the  House  of  God.  The 
hope  of  promoting,  in  some  degree,  this  desirable  end,  has 
prompted  to  the  undertaking  this  work.  And  should  any  suc- 
cess, by  the  blessing  of  God,  be  granted  to  the  labor,  this  will 
be  esteemed  a  sufficient  reward. 


BIUSIO 


DIVINE  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 


PSALM  XXXIII:  1-3. 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  ye  Kighteous  : 
For  praise  is  comely  for  the  upright. 

Praise  the  Lord  with  harp  : 
Sing  unto  Him  with  the  psaltery, 
An  instrument  often  strings. 

Sing  unto  Him  a  new  song; 
Play  skillfully  with  a  loud  noise. 

The  religion  of  the  Bible  has  its  origin  in  the  love  of  God,  and  in 
its  effects  makes  manifest  His  infinite  benevolence.  In  "bringing 
many  sons  unto  glory "  through  Jesus  Christ,  God  has  designed  to 
show  forth  His  own  perfections  and  promote  the  highest  happiness  of 
man.  The  Redeemer  not  only  saves  from  death  in  sin,  and  gives 
shelter  from  "  the  wrath  to  come  "  to  those  who  flee  to  Him  for  refuge, 
He  also  secures  them  to  an  inheritance  incorruptible,  undefiled,  and 
that  fadeth  not  away.  He  not  only  sets  before  them  "  many  great  and 
precious  promises,"  but  He  also  gives  to  them  a  present  earnest  and 
foretaste  of  these  glorious  things.  He  calms  the  restless  spirit  with 
peace,  inspires  the  heart  with  hope  that  can  not  make  ashamed, 
causes  man  to  be  joyful  even  in  the  midst  of  sorrow,  and  puts  a'  new 
song  into  his  mouth,  even  praise  unto  the  God  who  saves.  The  Chris- 
tian receives  the  oil  of  joy  instead  of  mourning,  and  the  garments  of 
praise  for  the  spirit  of  heaviness.  Though  he  still  must  suffer,  he 
rejoices;  though  he  sighs,  yet  for  all  that  he  sings. 

So  far,  then,  from  this  holy  religion  having  anything  either  in  its 
principles,  nature,  or  tendency  to  diminish  the  happiness  of  men,  it  is 
quite  the  contrary.  Wherever  it  is  truly  received  "  in  the  love  of  it," 
it  cherishes  and  elevates  the  social  affections,  expands  the  intellect, 

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vi  MUSIC   AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

and  refines  the  taste.  It  sanctifies  every  lawful  enjoyment  and 
ennobles  every  useful  occupation,  whilst  it  calls  into  full  play  all  the 
faculties  of  the  soul  and  gives  ample  "scope  for  the  exercise  of  all  the 
powers  of  mind  and  body. 

Among  those  faculties  with  which  God  has  endowed  his  creature 
man,  in  the  use  of  which  he  can  honor  God  and  derive  enjoyment  to 
himself,  the  faculty  of  speech  takes  a  foremost  place.  And  no  instru- 
ment can  be  compared  to  the  tongue  and  voice  in  their  adaptation  to 
show  forth  the  praises  of  the  Creator  and  minister  to  the  delight  of 
man  himself  Indeed,  the  organs  of  the  human  voice  combine  all 
instruments  in  one,  and  far  surpass  them  all.  It  is  for  this  reason 
that  David,  the  royal  poet  and  sweet  singer  in  Israel,  so  frequently 
sjieaks  of  his  voice  and  tongue  as  his  "glory."  Take  for  example  the 
following:  Psalm  xvi:  9.  My  glory  rejoiceth.  Ps.  xxx:12.  That  my 
GLORY  may  sing  praise  to  Thee,  and  not  be  silent.  Ps.  Ivii :  7,  8.  My 
heart  is  fixed;  oh  God,  my  heart  is  fixed;  I  will  sing  and  give 
praise.  Awake  up  my  glory;  awake  psaltery  and  harp.  Ps.  cvii:  1. 
Oh  God,  my  heart  is  fixed ;  I  will  sing  and  give  praise,  even  with  my 
glory. 

And  that,  in  thus  speaking  of  the  organs  of  speech  and  song, 
David  uttered  what  God  approved,  is  evident.  For  not  only  has  God 
declared  His  complacency  in  praises  offered  to  Him  in  hymned  words 
— but  He  has  put  the  highest  honor  upon  the  tongue  and  voice  in  the 
consecration  of  them  to  His  special  service  in  proclaiming  His  Truth 
and  celebrating  His  worship.  And  then,  on  the  other  hand,  no  sins  are 
more  distinctly  condemned  than  those  of  the  tongue,  and  no  social 
vices  are  more  abhorrent  to  God  than  those  which  are  accompanied 
and  stimulated  by  the  degradation  of  music  and  turning  man's  glory 
into  shame. 

In  order  to  learn  the  high  estimate  that  the  God  of  Christianity 
has  set  upon  Music  and  Song,  and  the  claim  He  makes  to  their  use  in 
honoring  and  worshiping  Him,  we  have  but  to  open  the  Bible  and 
read.  In  every  part  of  it  we  find  the  same  testimony  touching  the 
use  or  abuse  of  these  admirable  gifts.  From  the  Genesis  to  the 
Apocalypse — from  the  first  Sabbath  song  when  "the  morning  stars 
sang  together,"  and  all  the  sons  of  God  shouted  for  joy  over  the 
finished  creation,  down  to  the  opening  splendor  of  the  Eternal  Sab- 
bath when  the  Sons  of  Glory  shall  break  forth  into  singing  over  the 
perfected  new  Creation.  Everywhere  in  these  holy  oracles  the  Spirit 
of  God,  by  Prophet  and  by  Apostle,  has  condemned  the  maxims  and 
the  practice  of  those  who  indulge  in  inconsiderate  gaiety  and  yield  to 
the  seductive  influence  of  licentious  melody.     And  everywhere  the 


MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WOESHIP.  vii 

voice  of  the  same  Divine  Paraclete  has  taught  the  Children  of  Zion  to 
make  "a  joyful  noise  unto  their  King,"  to  "serve  the  Lord  with  glad- 
ness, and  come  before  His  presence  with  singing,"  to  "praise  the  Lord 
with  harp,  to  sing  unto  Him  a  new  song,  and  play  skillfully  with  a 
loud  noise." 

Thus  the  Christian  is  to  offer  unto  his  Redeemer  God,  the  sacrifices 
of  praise,  even  "the  calves  of  his  lips,"  and  to  aspire  to  the  pure  an  J 
exalting  pleasures  of  sacred  harmony. 

It  is  upon  this  theme  I  make  a  few  observations,  as  one  of  the 
greatest  practical  importance  to  the  whole  church.  And  what  I  desire 
at  this  time  to  say  upon  this  subject  will  relate  chiefly  to  the  Origin, 
Obligation,  and  Effects  of  Sacred  Harmony,  or  Music  as  an  Ordinance 
of  God. 

It  is  of  this  that  the  Psalmist  is  speaking  in  the  precept  of  the 
text.  For  his  words  have  more  immediate  respect  to  the  music  than 
to  the  song.  This  will  appear  plain  from  a  glance  at  the  verses  as  they 
stand  at  the  head  of  this  Discourse.  They  call  upon  the  Righteous  to 
"praise  the  Lord  with  Harp;"  "to  sing  unto  Him  with  the  Psaltery 
of  ten  strings;"  to  "sing  unto  Him  a  new  song;"  to  "play  skill- 
fully, with  a  LOUD  NOISE." 

I.    The  Origin  of  Sacred  Harmony  is  found  in  the  Constitution  of 

Man. 

The  organization  both  of  his  body  and  his  mind  renders  Man  cap- 
able of  cultivating  and  enjoying  the  melody  and  harmony  of  musical 
numbers.  The  beautiful  structure  of  the  ear  affords  access  for  those 
harmonious  sounds  by  which  the  delicate  nerves  are  thrilled  with 
sensations  of  delight.  The  marvelous  structure  of  the  vocal  organs 
gives  power  to  exj^ress  the  thoughts  and  emotions  of  the  soul  in  the 
flowing  numbers  of  poetry  and  song.  And  the  soul  finds  the  best  ex- 
pression of  its  deepest  and  strongest  emotions,  its  saddest  and  its 
most  joyous  feelings,  its  purest  and  most  elevated  conceptions,  in  the 
cadence  of  words  or  of  measured  sounds.  Hence,  Music  is  a  kind  of 
universal  language.  All  nations  on  the  globe,  however  diversified  in 
speech  or  manners,  are  alike  sensible  to  its  influence.  The  most  rude 
and  savage,  as  well  as  the  refined  and  civilized,  amongst  men  have 
exercised  their  powers  to  invent  and  to  perform  in  this  admirable  art. 
And  there  are  none  so  degraded  as  not  in  some  degree  to  understand 
and  relish  its  eloquent  expressions.  Whilst  the  higher  men  have 
risen  in  the  scale  of  mental  and  moral  improvement,  the  more  has 
their  capacity  for  the  enjoyment  of  melody  been  increased,  and  the 
more  have  they  striven  to  render  music  subservient  to  culture  and 


viii  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

happiness.  In  the  tent  of  the  shepherd,  in  the  palace  of  kings,  in  the 
scliools  of  philosophers,  amidst  the  shock  of  embattled  hosts,  and  in 
the  peaceful  worship  of  God,  the  whole  current  of  human  emotion  has 
ever  been  wont  to  yield  itself  to  the  stirring  or  soothing  influence  of 
pipe  and  harp,  of  voice  and  song. 

The  exercise  of  the  religious  faculty,  more  than  any  other,  draws 
after  it  all  the  emotions  of  the  soul.  In  the  contemiDlation  of  the 
wonders  of  creative  energy  and  the  beauties  of  the  works  of  God;  in 
meditating  upon  the  power,  justice,  and  goodness  disj^layed  in  His 
government  of  creatures,  and  in  striving  after  some  true  concej^tion 
of  the  Divine  nature,  the  reason  is  expanded,  full  play  is  given  to  the 
imagination,  and  the  soul  is  roused  and  fired  with  the  emotions  of  hope 
and  fear,  of  love  and  adoration,  toward  the  Great  Author  of  nature 
and  source  of  all  good.  And  the  adoration  thus  excited  spontaneously 
bursts  forth  in  poetry  and  song.  Thus,  Milton  has  struck  upon  the 
true  source  of  sacred  harmony  in  depicting  the  devotions  of  the  first 
pair : 

Lowly  they  bow'd  alluring,  and  began 
Their  orisons,  each  morning  duly  paid 
In  fit  strains,  pronounced  or  sung 
Unmeditated,  such  prompt  eloquence 
Flowed  from  their  lips. 
More  tuneable  than  needed  lute  or  harp 
To  add  more  sweetness. 

The  minds  of  our  first  parents,  pure  and  untainted  by  sin,  were 
no  doubt  filled  with  rapture  as  they  surveyed  the  works  of  their  Cre- 
ator amid  the  holy  splendors  of  Paradise.  Their  joyous  and  enraptured 
emotions  would  naturally  ovei-flow  in  strains  of  melody.  The  first  use 
of  music  was  to  hail  the  Sabbath  morn  of  creation  and  celebrate  the 
praise  of  God  who  "spake  and  it  was  done,"  who  "  commanded  and  it 
stood  fast."  And  so  I  may  say  of  Music,  she  is  the  Offspring  of  Nature, 
the  Daughter  of  Love,  the  Sister  of  Poetry,  and  the  Handmaid  of 
Religion. 

II.     The  Obligation  of   S.\.greb  Harmony,   or  the  Duty  of  employing 
Music  in  the  Worship  of  God. 

This  obligation  is  manifest,  and  may  be  enforced  by  a  considera- 
tion of  the  origin  of  the  Musical  Art  itself.  That  origin  has  been 
traced  to  the  powers  and  capacities  with  which  man  has  been  endowed, 
of  showing  forth  the  praise  of  God  his  Creator  in  harmonious  sounds, 
and  of  deriving  the  most  refined  pleasure  from  this  religious  exercise. 
And  has  God  gifted  us  with  faculties  which  we  must  not  or  may  not 
use  in  His  service  ?     Are  the  ear  and  the  tontnue  and  the  voice  not  to 


MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP.  ix 

be  sanctified  to  the  praise  of  Him  who  has  made  them  the  glory  of 
man's  frame  and  the  organs  of  unspeakable  delight?  Surely  no  one 
can  assent  to  such  a  proposition  unless  he  has  already  begun  to  say  in 
his  heart,  "There  is  no  God."  The  Theist  and  the  Christian  must 
both  agree  in  the  sentiment  expressed  by  the  sacred  poet: 

"  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I  '11  praise  my  Maker  ia  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise." 

The  testimony  of  history  confirms  the  correctness  of  the  view  T 
have  expressed.  The  religious  faculty  has  found  a  means  of  culture 
and  a  vehicle  of  manifestation  amongst  all  nations  in  measured  words 
and  tones.  Music  has  made  a  part  of  the  religious  worship  of  the 
rudest  tribes,  whilst  it  has  adorned  and  enlivened  and  elevated  the 
devotions  of  the  most  civilized  nations.  It  is  a  deep-rooted  and 
universal  sentiment  of  mankind  that  hymned  praise  ought  to  be 
offered  to  the  Deity.  Why  is  this?  I  answer,  either  because^it  is 
prompted  by  the  instinctive  feelings  of  man's  nature;  or  because  rea- 
son has  clearly  announced  its  propriety,  or  because  express  revela- 
tion from  God  has  enjoined  it.  Or  it  may  be  because  of  these  three 
influences  combined.  In  either  case  the  obligation  to  worship  God 
with  song  and  harp  is  manifest  and  indubitable. 

This  duty  is  enforced  by  an  authority  higher  than  instinct,  tradi- 
tion, or  reason — an  authority  to  which  every  Christian  will  bow  with 
reverent  and  unquestioning  obedience.  This  authority  is  God  speak- 
ing in  the  living  oracle  of  Holy  Scripture.  The  utterances  of  this 
oracle  ujpon  the  subject  we  are  considering  are  full,  explicit,  and 
abundant.  Both  by  approved  example  and  reiterated  precept,  the 
Spirit  of  God  in  the  Word  has  inculcated  the  use  of  music,  in  all  its 
varied  forms,  as  a  part  of  worship  acceptable  to  God.  This  plain  and 
direct  sanction  was  necessary  to  secure  this  valuable  art  to  the  service 
of  true  devotion  against  a  very  plausible  objection.  This  Art,  it  might 
be  said,  was  indeed  pure  in  its  origin,  but  man  has  so  perverted  it  by 
unhallowad  abuse,  as  to  make  it  no  longer  fit  for  the  service  of  a  God 
who  abhors  the  polluted  in  sacrifice.  "  Sublime  and  celestial  were  the 
anthems  of  holy  and  innocent  beings  when  nature  had  not  yet 
languished  at  the  sight  of  sin,  but  bloomed  and  glowed  before  them  in 
the  unsullied  luster  of  its  Eden  charms.  But  at  the  presence  of  sin 
the  beauty  of  Paradise  faded ;  and  the  fall  of  man  introduced  a  sad 
change  in  the  music  of  mortals.  Harmony  soon  shajDed  itself  to  the 
modulations  of  sorrow,  learned  to  waft  the  sigh  of  the  wretched,  and 
poured  forth  the  melting  strains  of  pity  and  of  grief     Music  was  no 


X  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

longer  the  sole  companion  of  devotion.  The  war  song  roused  the  courage 
of  the  hero  and  animated  the  sufferer  to  ))atience.  The  dirge  wept  at 
the  tomb  of  departed  friends.  The  pastoral  cheered  the  watchful 
hours  of  the  wandering  shepherd,  and  soothed  the  solitude  of  the 
languishing  swain."  But  the  change  went  far  beyond  all  this.  Soon 
the  divine  art  of  music  was  degraded  to  the  polluted  purposes  of  folly, 
luxury,  and  vice.  Poesy  and  song  were  made  to  serve  at  the  altar  of 
impure  love  and  to  "speak  the  language  and  stimulate  the  ardor  of 
guilty  passion. 

From  this  sad  and  sinful  perversion  of  music  it  might  have  been 
argued  that  it  was  no  longer  fitting  for  the  pure  worship  of  a  holy 
Grod.  But  the  argument  will  not  bear  the  test  of  sound  reasoning,  and 
the  objection  is  sufficiently  answered  by  the  practice  of  the  purest 
worshipers  from  the  remotest  times  and  the  express  command  of  God 
to  honor  Him  with  the  praises  of  voice  and  of  tongue. 

The  first  glorious  manifestation  of  the  power  of  Jehovah  in  giving 
triumph  to  His  chosen  people  over  their  mighty  and  implacable 
enemies  was  celebrated  in  that  most  ancient  Te  Deum  laudamus,  the 
song  of  Moses  and  Israel  at  the  Red  Sea.  "  Then  sang  Moses  and  the 
children  of  Israel  this  song  unto  the  Lord : 

"  I  will  sing  unto  the  Lord, 
For  he  hath  triumplied  gloriously  t 
The  liorsoand  his  rider 
Hath  ho  thrown  into  the  sea. 
The  Lord  is  my  strength  iml  song, 
And  he  is  become  my  salvation  ! 
The  Lord  is  a  man  of  war, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  !" 

"And  Miriam,  the  prophetess,  the  sister  of  Aaron,  took  a  timbrel 
in  her  hand;  and  all  the  women  went  out  after  her  with  timbrels  and 
with  dances.     And  Miriam  answered  them : 

"  Sing  ye  to  the  Lord, 
For  he  hath  triumphed  gloriously  I 
The  horse  and  his  rider 
Hath  he  thrown  into  the  sea." 

From  this  dark  night  of  Egypt's  doom  and  the  morning  dawn  of 
Israel's  unfading  glory,  music  was  consecrated  by  the  people  of  God  to 
its  highest  and  noblest  uses,  and  became  forever  after  a  principal  part 
of  the  worship  of  Jehovah,  their  Redeemer.  If,  under  the  former  dis- 
pensation, the  Church  celebrated  some  signal  deliverance  from  trouble 
and  danger,  or  came  with  devout  adoration  into  the  sanctuary,  or  kept 
holy  day  and  solemn  feast  before  the  Lord,  or  gave  lessons  of  wisdom, 


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or  with  prophetic  foresight  declared  the  counsel  of  God  concerning 
things  to  come,  she  never  failed  to  call  in  the  aid  of  vocal  and  instru- 
mental harmony  "  to  give  energy  to  her  instructions,  expression  to  her 
joys,  and  life  to  her  devotions."  Listen  to  these  stirring  strains  in 
which  the  Church  calls  upon  all  to  unite  in  the  chorus  of  her  praises : 
"Make  a  joyful  noise,  all  ye  lands;  serve  the  Lord  with  gladness; 
come  before  his  presence  with  singing;  enter  his  gates  with  thanks- 
giving, and  his  courts  w^ith  praise;  for  it  is  good  to  sing  praises  unto 
our  God;  for  it  is  pleasant,  and  praise  is  comely.  Sing  unto  the  Lord 
a  new  song  and  his  praise  in  the  congregation  of  saints ;  sing  unto  the 
Lord  with  thanksgiving;  sing  praise  upon  the  harp  unto  our  God." 
"  Let  Israel  rejoice  in  him  that  made  him  ;  let  the  children  of  Zion  be 
joyful  in  their  King;  let  them  praise  his  name  iii  the  dance;  let  them 
sing  praises  unto  him  with  the  timbrel  and  harp !" 

And  when  we  pass  over  from  the  former  to  the  present  dispensa- 
tion, we  do  not  find  that  the  Church  has  left  behind  her  the  voice  of 
praise.  When  from  desolate  Jerusalem  she  went  forth  to  bear  the 
glad  tidings  of  her  Redeemer's  love  to  the  Gentiles,  and  invite  them 
to  the  feast  he  had  prepared,  she  took  with  her  her  timbrel  and 
hai'p  and  tuneful  voice,  that  with  them  she  might  teach  the  nations 
to  sing  the  New  Song: 

"  Unto  him  who  hath  loved  us 
And  washed  us  from  our  gins 

In  his  own  blood; 
And  hath  made  us 
Kings  and  priests  unto  God 

And  his  Father, 
To  him  be  glory  and  dominion 

For  ever  and  ever.     Amen." 

In  the  New  Testament  scriptures  example  and  precept  unite,  as 
in  the  Old  Testament,  to  inculcate  the  use  of  sacred  harmony  in  the 
Church  as  an  abiding  ordinance  of  God  and  means  of  grace. 

When  Jesus  made  his  entry  into  Jerusalem,  six  days  before  his 
crucifixion,  the  people  met  him  with  palms  and  with  songs  of  exulta- 
tion, while  the  children  in  the  temple  took  up  the  chorus  of  praise,  and 
sang: 

"  Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David  I 
Hosauna  in  tlie  highest  I" 

And  when  it  was  demanded  of  him  by  the  Pharisees  that  he  should 
rebuke  their  singing,  he  refused,  and  said  to  them :  "  I  tell  you  that 
if  these  should  hold  their  peace  the  stones  would  immediately  cry 
out."  Our  blessed  Lord  himself  led  the  choir  of  the  holy  Apostles 
at  the  close  of   the  Last  Supper.     "And  when  they  had    sung    an 


xii  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

hymn  they  went  out  into  the  Mount  of  Olives."  Paul  and  Silas 
soothed  their  sufferings,  and  cheered  the  gloom  of  their  prison  at 
Philippi  by  singing  praises  at  midnight,  so  loud  and  sweet  that  the 
prisoners  heard  and  wondered. 

It  is  this  Apostle,  whose  voice  first  broke  the  dreary  stillness  of  a 
Roman  dungeon  with  the  music  of  sacred  melody,  who  writes  to  the 
Christians  of  Colosse  :  "  Let  the  word  of  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly  in 
all  wisdom,  teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  psalms  and 
hymns,  and  spiritual  songs,  singing  with  grace  in  your  hearts  to  the 
Lord ;"  and  to  the  saints  at  Ephesus,  "  Be  filled  with  the  Spirit,  speak- 
ing to  yourselves  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs,  singing, 
and  making  melody  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord."  And  to  the  Hebrews 
he  writes,  "By  him  (Jesus)  therefore  let  us  offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise 
to  God  continually,  that  is  the  fruit  of  our  lips,  giving  thanks  to  his 
name."  And  James  echoes  and  confirms  the  words  of  Paul,  "  Is  any 
merry,  let  him  sing  psalms." 

Surely  no  one  with  such  an  array  of  Scripture  proof  before  him 
will  question  the  propriety  or  duty  of  praising  and  worshiping  God 
with  audible  harmony- 

But  perhaps  some  one  may  ask :  Is  this  harmony  to  be  made  by 
human  voices  alone,  or  may  instruments  be  also  employed  in  the  wor- 
ship of  Jehovah  ? 

At  what  time  Instrumental  Music  was  first  introduced  into  the 
worship  of  the  true  God  we  have  no  certain  knowledge.  We  have 
seen  it  already  used  in  celebrating  the  praises  of  Jehovah,  the  Warrior 
King  of  Heaven,  who  had  triumphed  over  the  pride  and  power  of  the 
Egyjjtian  opj^ressor.  And  from  that  time  forward  instruments  of  music 
continued  to  be  employed,  both  in  the  public  and  private  devotions 
of  the  sincere  worshipers  of  God,  as  calculated  to  enkindle  religious 
emotion,  and  add  to  the  pleasures  of  a  hearty  worship. 

The  Prophets  of  Israel  assisted  their  meditations  with  the  skill 
of  the  musician,  and  gave  instructions,  or  uttered  predictions  in 
poetic  numbers  to  the  sound  of  the  tabret  or  pipe.  We  read  of  a  col- 
lege of  prophets  who  prophesied  "  with  a  Psaltery,  and  a  Tabret,  and 
a  Harp."  And  when  Jehoshaphat  came  to  Elisha  that  he  might 
inquire  of  Jehovah  in  his  distress  and  danger,  it  is  recorded  that 
Elisha  said:  "Bring  me  a  Minstrel.  And  it  came  to  pass,  when  the 
minstrel  played,  that  the  hand  of  the  Lord  came  upon  him,"  and  ho 
announced  the  victory  of  the  allied  kings  over  the  Moabites. 

Under  David,  music  in  the  worship  of  God  reached  its  highest 
degree  of  perfection.  As  the  She^jherd  son  of  Jesse,  he  had  already 
won  for  himself  a  name  as  the  sweet  singer  and  the  skillful  player. 


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As  the  princely  Hero  of  Israel,  the  father  and  founder  of  the  most 
royal  and  enduring  of  all  dynasties,  he  not  only  gave  to  the  Church 
her  inspired  psalmody,  but  was  the  composer  of  music  and  the  inventor 
of  instruments  with  which  to  praise  the  Lord.  Much  of  his  time  and 
labor  were  employed  in  the  work  of  perfecting  this  part  of  the  worship 
of  God.  When  he  brought  up  the  Ark  of  the  Covenant  from  the 
house  of  Obededom  to  the  royal  city,  he  selected  some  most  skilled, 
and  appointed  them  under  the  direction  of  Heman  and  Jeduthun, 
with  trumpets  and  cymbals  for  those  that  should  make  a  sound,  and 
with  musical  instruments  of  God,  "  to  give  thanks  to  the  Lord,  for  His 
mercy  endureth  forever."  And  before  he  was  gathered  to  his  fathers, 
David  had  completed  the  organization  of  that  magnificent  orchestra, 
unequaled  by  anything  of  a  similar  kind  before  or  since,  in  which  not 
less  than  four  thousand  Levites  were  appointed  "  to  praise  the  Lord 
with  the  instruments  which  David  had  himself  made."  This  did  not 
belong  to  the  original  service  of  the  tabernacle,  nor  make  a  part  of  the 
typical  ordinances  which  were  fulfilled,  and  thus  abolished  by  the 
sacrificial  death  of  Messiah.  If  typical  at  all,  it  was  like  the  Jubilee 
Sabbatism,  a  type  of  the  splendid  worship  of  the  New  Jerusalem  in 
her  final  and  eternal  glory,  when  the  groans  of  the  creature  shall  give 
place  to  the  melody  and  harmony  of  the  choir  of  the  redeemed  in  the 
Sabbatism  of  the  New  Creation. 

Instrumental  music  is  several  times  mentioned  in  the  New  Testa- 
ment, but  nowhere,  I  think,  with  disapprobation.  The  words  of  James 
imply  the  contrary.  The  word  which  is  in  the  English  translation 
rendered,  "let  him  sing  psalms,"  is  literally,  "let  him  play  upon  an 
instrument  of  music."  To  the  Christian  Jews,  to  whom  James  wrote, 
it  would  at  once  suggest  the  chanting  of  psalms  or  hymns  to  the  ac- 
companying harmony  of  harp  or  psalter.  And  so  in  the  visions  of  the 
Apocalypse,  as  the  advancing  victories  of  Christ  and  his  Church  are 
celebrated  in  the  hearing  of  the  Holy  Seer,  instruments  of  music  ac- 
company the  voice  of  anthems,  and  swell  with  their  dulcet  chords  the 
grand  diapason  of  praise.  "And  I'looked,  and  lo !  a  Lamb  stood  on 
the  Mount  Zion,  and  with  Him  a  hundred  and  forty  and  four  thou- 
sand having  His  Father's  name  in  their  foreheads ;  and  I  heard  the 
voice  of  harpers,  harping  with  their  harps,  and  they  sung  as  it  were  a 
new  song  before  the  throne,  and  no  man  could  learn  that  song  but  the 
hundred  and  forty  and  four  tho.usand  which  were  redeemed  from  the 
earth."  And  again  :  "  I  saw  as  it  were  a  sea  of  glass  mingled  with 
fire ;  and  them  that  had  gotten  the  victory  over  the  Beast  and  over 
his  image,  and  over  his  mark  and  over  the  number  of  his  name,  stand 


xiv  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

on  the  sea  of  glass,  having  the  harps  of  God.     And  they  sing  the  song 
of  Moses,  the  servant  of  God,  and  the  song  of  the  Lamb." 

With  these  Scriptural  testimonies  before  me,  I  can  not  doubt  for  a 
moment  the  lawfulness,  propriety,  and  utility  of  instrumental  music 
both  in  the  private  and  social  worship  of  God.  It  stands  with  those 
things  in  which  God's  people  have  always  and  do  still  enjoy  liberty. 
To  sing  with  the  voice  is  a  commanded  duty  to  the  Christian ;  to  ac- 
company his  singing  with  a  well-tuned  instrument  is  a  privilege  to  be 
used  as  convenient.  The  Christian  Church  may,  I  think,  still  sing 
as  the  Holy  Ghost  has  taught  in  the  closing  anthem  of  the  Book  of 
Psalms : 

"  Praise  ye  tlie  Lord  ! 
Praise  God  in  his  sanctuary  ! 
Praise  liim  in  tlie  firmament  of  his  power: 
Praise  him  for  his  miglity  acts ; 
Praise  him  according  to  his  excellent  greatness  I 
Praise  him  with  the  sound  of  the  trumpet ; 
Praise  him  with  the  psaltery  and  harp ; 
Praise  him  with  the  timbrel  and  dance  ; 
Praise  him  with  string'd  instruments  and  organs  ; 
Praise  him  upon  the  loud  cymbals; 
Praise  him  upon  the  high-soundiug  cymbals. 
Let  everything  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lord. 

Hallelujah  ! 
Praise  ys  the  Lobd. 


III.     The  Effect  of  Sacred  Music. 

All  that  has  been  said  upon  the  origin  and  obligation  and  use  of 
vocal  and  instrumental  harmony  will  be  illustrated  and  confirmed  by 
a  consideration  of  the  effects  produced  by  each  alone,  or  by  both  com- 
bined. 

Such  is  the  frame  of  our  nature  that  the  different  tones  of  music 
excite  emotions  in  our  minds  congenial  with  themselves.  Deep  and 
grave  airs  fill  the  mind  with  awe  .^and  reverence;  the  elevated  and 
sprightly  inspire  with  joy  and  animation;  the  soft  and  languishing 
soothe  and  melt  the  heart;  while  the  mournful  and  plaintive  generate 
sorrow  and  melancholy.  Mu-;ic  has  the  power  of  exciting  all  the  pas- 
sions; it  is  friendly  to  every  affection  which  gives  dignity  to  the 
nature  and  conduces  to  the  true  happiness  of  man,  and  only  then  be- 
comes dangerous  to  virtue  when  perverted  from  its  original  purity  and 
purpose.  Music  softens  the  asperities  of  temper,  refines  and  ennobles 
the  intellect,  mitigates  the  cares  and  disquietudes  of  life,  and  exercises 
a  surprising  power  over  the  depraved  passions.     And  these  effects  are 


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often  more  happily  produced  when  instrumental  is  joined  with  vocal 
music. 

The  popular  conception  of  "  the  natural  effects  of  music,"  says  Lord 
Bacon,  "is  set  forth  in  a  lively  manner  by  the  ancients  in  that  feigned 
relation  of  Orpheus's  theatre,  where  all  beasts  and  birds  assembled ; 
and,  forgetting  their  several  appetites,  some  of  prey,  some  of  game, 
some  of  quarrel,  stood  all  sociably  together,  listening  to  the  airs  and 
accords  of  the  harp :  the  sound  whereof  no  sooner  ceased,  or  was 
drowned  by  some  louder  noise,  but  every  beast  returned  to  his  own 
nature." 

There  is  a  remarkable  and  striking  instance  of  the  salutary  effects 
of  instrumental  music  in  the  history  of  David  and  Saul.  The  mad 
fury  of  Saul  was  allayed  and  subdued,  and  the  power  of  the  evil 
demon  over  his  mind  was  for  the  time  broken  under  the  charms  of  the 
shepherd  minstrel's  sweet-toned  lyre. 

The  History  of  Medicine  furnishes  clear  proofs  of  the  beneficial 
effects  of  Music  upon  the  nervous  system,  in  the  treatment  of  some 
forms  of  disease. 

But  the  Moral  effects  of  this  Heaven-sent  Art  are  more  interesting 
and  important,  and  far  surpass  its  influence  upon  the  mere  physical 
nature.  As  an  Ordinance  of  God,  to  be  used  in  our  approach  to  Him 
in  acts  of  devout  worship,  it  addresses  man  as  a  rational  being,  and 
aims  to  carry  home  divine  and  saving  truth  to  his  heart  through  the 
medium  of  the  senses,  and  by  the  union  of  sentiment  and  sound  in 
agreeable  cadence.  The  main  design  of  sacred  psalmody  is  to  en- 
lighten, to  persuade,  and  to  cheer.  When  a  psalm  or  hymn,  or 
spiritual  song,  expressing  the  truths  of  Christianity  in  their  purity  and 
simplicity,  is  rehearsed  with  rhythmical  sounds,  which  correspond  to 
the  sense  of  the  words  uttered,  the  result  will  seldom  fail  to  be  a  deep 
impression  of  the  reality  and  importance  and  beauty  of  the  religion 
of  Christ.  The  Apostle  recognizes  the  value  of  this  ordinance  and  its 
eflfective  influence,  when  showing  the  uselessness  to  the  Church  of 
praying  or  singing  in  an  unknown  or  inarticulate  tongue,  he  says  :  "  I 
will  pray  with  the  spirit  and  I  will  pray  with  the  understanding  also; 
I  will  sing  with  the  spirit  and  I  will  sing  with  the  understanding  also." 
And  as  a  most  valuable  vehicle  of  conveying  truth  to  the  mind,  he 
commends  Christians  to  employ  the  voice  of  melody  in  teaching  and 
admonishing  one  another.  And  he  teaches  us  that  the  most  powerful 
and  blessed  results  are  to  be  expected  from  the  skillful  and  constant 
use  of  music  in  the  churches  of  Christ.  The  experience  of  centuries 
has  attested  the  wisdom  of  the  Apostle.  The  best  influences  of  the 
Holy  Spirit   have   ever   accompanied   the   study  and   use  of   sacred 


xvi  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

harmony  in  the  worship  of  the  Church  Catholic.  It  is,  indeed,  the 
Holy  Comforter  who  gives  saving  efficacy  to  the  Word  and  Ordinances. 
And  it  is  through  the  Truth  that  men  are  renewed  and  sanctified.  But 
the  truth  is  most  effectually  brought  into  contact  with  the  soul  when 
uttered  with  the  living  voice.  And  when  prompted  and  accompanied 
by  the  inward  working  of  the  Spirit,  sanctified  music  has  a  divine  power 
to  awaken  the  soul  to  a  perception  of  the  truth,  and  to  excite,  expand, 
revive  and  strengthen  every  holy  affection.  Not  a  few  are  the 
instances  of  persons  who  have  traced  their  first  serious  impressions  of 
gospel  truth  to  hearing  others  sing  a  few  verses  of  some  hymn  or 
psalm.  The  case  of  Jack  the  Sailor  has  often  found  its  parallel.  Dis- 
satisfied in  the  midst  of  his  wild  and  roaming  life,  he  passes  the  door 
of  an  humble  working-woman,  and  hears  her  singing  cheerily  at  her 
work  the  simple  refrain  : 

"  I  'm  a  poor  sinner, 
And  nothing  at  all, 
But  Jesus  Christ 
Is  mj'  All  in  all." 

The  melody  and  the  words  penetrate  deep  into  the  weather-beaten 
seaman's  heart.  The  Holy  Spirit  fixes  them  there,  and  quickens  the 
good  seed  into  life.  And  Jack,  the  wild  sailor  lad,  is  soon  joining  the 
chorus  of  that  vast  multitude  who  have  learned  to  sing  the  same 

humble  song: 

I  'm  a  poor  sinner. 

And  nothing  at  all, 
But  Jesus  Christ 
Is  MY  All  in  all." 

Another  example  to  the  same  effect  I  take  from  a  recent  occur- 
rence in  a  far  difl'erent  circle  of  life.  The  daughter  of  an  English  noble- 
man was  brought  to  a  saving  knowledge  of  Christ.  Her  father,  by 
threats,  temptations  to  extravagance  in  dress,  by  reading,  by  traveling 
in  foreign  countries  and  to  places  of  fashionable  resort,  took  every 
means  to  divert  her  mind  from  things  unseen  and  eternal.  But  her 
heart  was  fixed.  She  was  determined  that  nothing  should  deprive 
her  of  her  eternal  portion  in  her  Redeemer,  or  displace  Him  from  the 
centre  of  her  heart,  or  lead  her  to  discredit  her  faith  and  joy  in  the 
profession  of  His  glorious  name. 

At  length  her  father  resolved  upon  a  final  and  desperate  expedient 
by  which  his  end  he  hoped  should  be  gained.  A  large  company  of  the 
nobility  were  invited  to  his  house.  It  was  so  arranged  that,  during  the 
festivities,  the  daughters  of  different  noblemen,  and  among  others,  this 
one,  were  to  be  called  upon  to  entertain  the  company  with  singing  and 


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music  on  the  piano-forte  of  a  specially  light  and  worldly  character.  If  she 
complied,  she  forfeited  her  good  conscience  and  returned  to  the  world; 
if  she  refused  compliance,  she  would  lose,  beyond  the  possibility 
of  recovery,  her  position  in  society.  The  ordeal  was  indeed  fiery. 
Different  individuals,  at  the  call  of  the  company,  performed  their 
parts  with  the  greatest  applause.  At  last  the  name  of  this  daughter 
was  called.  In  a  moment  all  were  in  fixed  and  silent  suspense  to  see 
how  she  would  act.  Without  hesitation,  and  with  a  calm  and  dig- 
nified composure,  she  took  her  place  at  the  instrument.  After  a 
moment  spent  in  silent  prayer,  she  ran  her  fingers  along  the  keys, 
and  then,  with  sweetness,  elevation,  and  solemnity,  sang — accompany- 
ing her  voice  with  the  notes  of  the  instrument — the  following  stanzas : 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  hero, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  60  soon  be  gone ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

The  inexorable  throne. 

No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  oh  !  when  both  shall  end. 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend? 

Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies  1 

Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray  ; 

Be  thou  my  Guide  ;  be  thou  ray  Way 

To  glorious  happiness. 
Oh !  write  my  pardon  on  my  heart. 
And  whenso'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  iu  pence. 

The  minstrel  ceased.  The  solemnity  of  Eternity  was  upon  that 
assembly.  Without  speaking,  they  dispersed.  The  father  wept  aloud, 
and,  when  left  alone,  sought  the  counsel  and  prayers  of  his  daughter 
for  the  salvation  of  his  soul.  He  at  length  found  that  salvation,  and 
his  great  estate  was  consecrated  to  the  Saviour. 

Under  the  benign  influence  of  sacred  harmony,  the  hardened 
spirit  is  melted  with  penitential  sorrow ;  the  penitent  believer  rises 
upon  the  wings  of  hope  from  the  depths  of  despair ;   the  Cliristian 


xviii  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

soldier  burns   with   generous   ardor  in   tlie   warfare  with   sin.     The 
prophet  connects  the  joy  and  melody  of  Zion  when  he  says: 

Joy  and  gladness  shall  be  found  therein, 
Thanksgiving  and  the  voice  of  melody. 

The  darkness  of  affliction  is  cheered  and  the  weariness  of  his  jour- 
neying is  lightened  to  the  Christian  by  those  "songs  in  the  night" 
which  his  Redeemer  gives  him  in  this  "  the  house  of  his  pilgrimage." 
Nor  does  the  singing  of  the  ransomed  sinner  cease  with  the  parting 
breath  of  this  life.  It  indeed  only  then  begins  in  its  true  perfection, 
sweetness,  and  purity.  The  Harp  and  Song  he  has  laid  down  beside 
the  grave  shall  be  taken  up  again  with  sweeter  chords  and  more  tune- 
ful notes,  when  bursting  the  bars  of  the  tomb  he  shall  come  forth 
more  than  a  conqueror  over  death  and  the  grave.  In  that  world  to 
come,  the  undimmed  eye  of  immortal  youth  shall  gaze  with  rapture 
upon  the  unsullied  beauties  of  the  new  creation;  the  untired  ear  shall 
catch  the  notes  of  its  seraphic  music;  the  unwearied  voice  shall  break 
forth  into  singing  the  Eternal  Anthem. 

To  the  general  views  now  presented  on  the  interesting  and  im- 
portant subject  of  Music  as  a  divine  ordinance  of  the  religion  of 
Clirist,  I  will  add  two  or  three  suggestions  bearing  upon  the  best 
method  of  promoting  the  use  of  sacred  harmony  in  the  services  of  the 
Church. 

1.  Music,  and  especially  music  in  the  worship  of  God,  ought  to  be 
simple  and  adapted  to  the  contents  of  the  psalm  or  hymn  to  which  it 
is  sung  or  played.  Where  this  simplicity  and  adaptation  are  wanting, 
a  vain  fancy  may  be  tickled  or  a  corrupt  taste  for  the  moment  be 
gratified,  but  no  permanent  impression  for  good  can  be  made. 
"Simplicity  in  music,"  says  an  excellent  writer,  "is  not  at  all  incom- 
patible with  that  variety  of  modulation  and  expression  which  are 
necessary  to  its  full  effect.  But  it  stands  opposed  to  complex  and 
fantastical  compositions,  to  useless  repetitions,  drawling  syncopa- 
tions of  several  bars,  long  slurs,  and  quick  bandied  notes.  In  such 
tunes  there  can  be  no  just  regard  paid  to  the  proj^er  emphasis, 
cadence,  or  pronunciation.  And  thus  the  proprieties  of  language  and 
the  graces  of  poetry  are  marred  and  destroyed."  The  Apostle  Paul, 
with  his  usual  good  taste  and  felicity  of  illustration  has  set  this  fault 
in  its  true  light.  "And  even  things  without  life,"  says  he,  "giving 
sound,  whether  pipe  or  harp,  except  they  give  a  distinction  in  tlie 
sounds,  how  shall  it  be  known  what  is  piped  or  harped?"  Much  more 
may  it  be  asked  when  the  words  of  a  hymn  or  psalm  are  so  intoned 
or  mouthed  as  to  destroy  all  distinctness,  "  How  shiill  it  be  known 


MUSIC  AN  OKDINANCB  OF  WORSHIP.  xix 

what  is  said  or  sung?"  No  matter  how  excellent  the  words  or  how 
well  adapted  the  tune  to  the  sentiment  they  express,  if  good  pronuncia- 
tion is  wanting  the  real  design  of  church  music  is  defeated,  and  its 
moral  effects  lost.  And  so,  when  instrumental  music  is  combined  with 
vocal,  it  should  never  be  allowed  to  drown  the  voice  of  the  singers  so 
that  the  words  of  the  song  can  not  be  distinctly  heard.  Let  it  then 
be  constantly  borne  in  mind  that  it  is  a  rule  of  first  importance  in 
sacred  harmony  that  they  who  sing,  and  especially  they  who  lead  the 
music,  shall  pronounce  in  a  clear,  articulate,  audible  manner,  so  that 
all  may  understand  what  is  sung. 

Those  tunes  called  solos  have  sometimes  the  very  finest  effect. 
No  one  that  had  the  pleasure  of  hearing  the  "Swedish  Nightingale" 
— Jenny  Lind — could  ever  forget  her  singing  those  words  of  believing 
hope,  once  chanted  by  Job  amid  the  ashes  of  affliction:  "I  know  that 
my  Redeemer  liveth."  And  all  can  recall  the  thrilling  effect  of  the 
sad  song,  "Too  late!  Too  late!"  as  sung  in  this  place  by  one  of  our 
own  sweet  singers.  The  duet,  too,  especially  in  responsive  pieces,  may 
be  used  with  admirable  effect.  Nor  ought  the  Anthem  or  the  Chant 
to  be  left  out  of  the  music  of  the  Church.  But  those  compositions 
which  include  all  the  four  parts  are  in  general  best  adapted  to  the 
worship  of  the  Church,  so  that  the  whole  congregation  may  join  in  the 
singing — the  organ  playing  and  the  choir  leading  in  harmony  the 
several  parts,  whilst  the  congregation  take  up  the  melody  in  unison. 
And  it  is  one  of  the  great  advantages  of  combining  the  choir  with  the 
congregation,  that  it  affords  the  fullest  opportunity  of  bringing  into 
the  service  of  the  Church  all  those  varieties  of  sacred  song  which  God 
has  approved  in  His  worship. 

I  am  persuaded,  too,  that  it  would  be  greatly  promotive  of  good 
congregational  singing  if  the  Hymns  and  the  Tunes  sung  in  each 
church  were  so  uniformly  joined  together,  as  that  it  should  come  to  be 
that  the  words  of  the  hymn  and  the  tune  attached  to  it  being  as- 
sociated in  the  mind  would  mutually  suggest  each  other. 

2.  It  is  a  Christian  duty  to  endeavor  to  acquire  so  much  knowledge 
of  music  as  to  be  able  to  practice  it  with  ease  and  propriety  in  the  praise 
of  God.  It  is  rare  to  find  any  one  so  destitute  of  ear  and  voice  as  to 
be  quite  unable  to  learn  to  sing  correctly.  The  capacity  to  enjoy  and 
execute  sacred  melodies  is  a  gift  of  God,  to  be  consecrated  to  His  glory. 
It  is  not  a  talent  to  be  used  merely  for  our  own  personal  gratification. 
It  is  a  trust  to  be  improved  for  His  honor,  in  doing  which  we  promote 
our  own  enjoyment. 

But  what  if  we  suffer  this  noble  gift  to  lie  unimproved  ?  Or  what, 
if  worse  than  this,  we  pervert  it  to  improper  purposes,  or  make  use  of  it 


XX  MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP. 

only  for  idle  amusement?  Will  we  not  stand  condemned  with  the 
unprofitable  servant  ?  Will  we  not  be  in  danger  of  being  banished  to 
the  world  of  darkness,  where  no  voice  of  melody  is  ever  heard,  but 
only  the  awful  discord  of  wailing  and  of  remorseful  woe  ?  Let  those 
who  have  hitherto  thought  lightly  of  this  subject,  or  who  have  not 
thought  of  it  at  all,  now  consider  it.  Let  them  no  longer  slight  the 
praises  of  God.  Let  parents  see  that  their  children  are  taught  sacred 
music,  and  let  the  young  improve  the  privilege  of  learning  to  sing  in 
the  worship  of  Grod,  both  in  the  family  circle  and  in  the  sanctuary. 
And  if  any  have  grown  too  old  in  their  negligence  of  this  culture  now 
to  begin,  then  let  them  rejient  of  their  sinful  neglect,  and  bring  forth 
the  fruits  of  repentance  by  encouraging  and  aiding  others  in  endeavor- 
ing to  improve  this  part  of  Christian  worship. 

And  here  I  can  not  forbear  calling  attention  to  what  seems  to  me 
a  very  serious  error,  and  one  which,  so  long  as  it  is  persisted  in,  will 
continue  to  render  good  singing,  by  congregations  in  public  worship, 
utterly  impossible.  The  error  consists  in  having  one  style  of  songs 
and  tunes  for  the  children  and  youth  at  home  and  in  the  Sabbath- 
school,  and  an  entirely  different  style,  both  of  hymns  and  tunes,  in  the 
worship  of  the  congregation.  The  result  is  somewhat  the  same  as  if 
the  children  should  learn  to  speak  one  language  and  the  men  and 
women  quite  another.  I  do  not  enter  into  the  question,  whether 
the  style  of  Sabbath-school  music  and  songs  now  most  in  vogue  is 
such  as  accords  with  correct  taste.  It  is  a  question,  howevei*,  that 
might  well  claim  discussion.  But  this  much  will  hardly  be  denied, 
that  if  the  body  of  our  congregations  are  to  unite  in  singing  the 
hymns  sung  in  the  church,  the  children  and  youth  of  Christian 
families  must  be  both  taught  the  tunes  to  which  those  hymns  are 
sung,  and  also  made  familiar  with  the  hymns. 

3.  A  very  large  portion  of  the  Church,  it  is  to  be  feared,  under- 
values Music  as  an  Ordinance  of  God  and  a  Means  of  Grace ;  and  of 
necessary  consequence,  treats  it  with  indifference  and  neglect.  Con- 
tention, strife,  and  complaint  about  organs  and  choirs  and  singers 
there  is  enough,  and  more  than  enough.  But  united,  earnest,  stea.dy 
effort  to  help  in  its  improvement,  but  very  few  are  found  disposed  to 
make.  On  this  point,  much  might  be  said,  and  not  without  profit. 
But  for  the  present  I  shall  only  ask  a  few  questions.  Why  is  it  that 
singing  in  private  devotion  is  so  seldom  thought  of  by  professing 
Christians?  Why  so  rarely  is  it  that  worship  in  the  family  is  ac- 
companied and  enlivened  by  the  harmony  of  holy  song?  Why  so 
much  time  found  for  worldly  recreations  and  amusements,  and  none 
for  cultivating  the  divine  ordinance  of  sacred  music  ?   Why  can  mem- 


MUSIC  AN  ORDINANCE  OF  WORSHIP.  xxi 

bers  of  the  Church,  both  in  country  and  city,  lavish  so  much  expendi- 
ture upon  ornament  and  so-called  accomplishments — upon  the  dress- 
maker, the  music-teacher,  and  the  dancing  master — and  yet  have 
nothing,  or  next  to  nothing,  to  give  for  securing  and  sustaining  such 
music  in  the  House  of  God  as  would  make  it,  in  some  measure,  an 
honor  to  His  glorious  name  and  exalted  worship,  and  render  it 
effective  in  giving  force  and  power  to  the  preaching  of  the  Word  ? 

Surely  no  one  will  deny  that  these  questions  are  warranted  by  the 
most  notorious  facts.  Then  put  them  not  aside  with  a  frown,  or  a  jest, 
or  indifferent  forgetfulness,  but  ponder  them  thoroughly  and  prayer- 
fully, and  resolve  that  you  will  help  to  roll  away  this  reproach  (if  it 
exist)  from  at  least  the  particular  church  of  which  you  may  be  a  mem- 
ber; and  strive  to  make  this  part  of  worship  more  attractive  to  the 
many  who  now  pass  by  the  assemblies  of  the  House  of  God. 

4.  In  conclusion,  remember  the  exhortation  of  the  Apostle:  "Be 
not  drunk  with  wine  wherein  is  excess,  but  be  filled  with  the  Sj^irit, 
speaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs, 
singing  and  making  melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord."  This  is  the 
Christian's  best  reci'eation.  This  his  solace  in  his  affliction.  This  the 
enlivener  of  his  sadness  and  loneliness.  This  the  purest  and  most 
worthy  way  of  expressing  his  gratitude  and  joy.  "Is  any  merry,  let 
him  sing  jDsalms."  This  is  primitive — this  is  Apostolic  Christianity 
indeed,  at  least  in  one  of  its  most  beautiful  and  attractive  features. 
Shall  we  ever  return  to  it?  How  happy  the  day,  if  so  it  might  be.  If, 
instead  of  those  scenes  of  midnight  mirth  and  dissipation,  where  the 
Christian  "treads  unhallowed  ground,  and  breathes  an  air  that  chills 
the  fervor  of  his  piety,"  the  dwellings  of  God's  professed  people  re- 
sounded with  holy  song  and  gladness,  how  delightful,  how  Heavenly! 
How  sorrow  would  be  assuaged,  how  strife  would  be  silenced,  how 
revelry  would  skvilk  into  darkness,  how  vice  would  cease  to  ruin  the 
souls  of  the  children  and  blast  the  fair  hopes  of  fathers  and  mothers!' 
How  soon  our  holy  religion  would  shine  forth  in  her  beautiful  bridal 
garments  of  purity  and  praise !  The  admiration  even  of  her  foes. 
The  beauty  of  the  nations.    The  delight  of  angels.    The  joy  of  her  God ! 

And  my  heart's  desire  and  prayer  to  God  this  day  is  that  you,  tho 
people  of  my  charge — this  flock  of  God — may  all  so  learn  and  love  the 
songs  of  Zion  now  that,  in  the  Coming  Glory,  at  the  appearing  and 
kingdom  of  our  Lord  Jesus,  ye  may,  every  one,  be  prepared  to  join 
the  full  Choir  of  the  Redeemed  out  of  every  kindred  and  tribe  and 
tongue,  who,  with  the  voice  of  a  great  multitude,  as  the  voice  of  many 
waters,  and  as  the  voice  of  mighty  thunderings,  shall  sing:  "Al- 
leltjjah!  for  the  Lord  God  Omnipotent  reigneth!" 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


-g  Tune—  Lyons.        6s  &  6s  or  lis. 

1  O  worship  the  King, 
All  glorious  above ; 

O  gratefully  sing 

His  power  and  his  love; 

Our  Shield  and  Defender, 
The  Ancient  of  Days, 

Pavilioned  in  splendor, 
And  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  his  might, 
O  sing  of  his  grace, 

Whose  robe  is  the  light, 

Whose  canopy  space ; 
His  chariots  of  wrath 

The  thunder  clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path 

On  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Frail  children  of  dust, 
And  feeble  as  frail. 

In  thee  do  we  trust, 

Nor  find  thee  to  fail. 
Thy  mercies  how  tender  I 

How  firm  to  the  end ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender, 

Kedeemer  and  Friend. 

4  O  measureless  Might, 
Inefi'able  Love ! 

While  angels  delight 

To  hymn  thee  above. 
Thy  ransomed  creation, 

Though  feeble  their  lays. 
With  true  adoration, 

Shall  sing  to  thy  praise. 

0  Tune — Philadelphia.  L.  M. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord  ! 

We  praise  thy  name  with  one  accord; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  thee. 

2  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry. 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high; 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  ever  sing. 


3  Th' apostles  join  the  glorious  throng; 
The  prophets  swell  th'  immortal  song; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee! 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore ! 

Q  Tune— Fount.  8s,  78  &  4b. 

1  God  is  in  his  holy  temple. 

All  the  earth  keep  silence  here ; 
Worship  him  in  truth  and  spirit, 
Reverence  him  with  godly  fear; 

Holy,  holy, 
Lord  of  hosts,  our  Lord,  appear. 

2  God  in  Christ  reveals  his  presence. 
Throned  upon  the  mercy-seat; 

Saints,  rejoice!  and  sinners,  tremble! 
Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet; 

Lowly,  lowly, 
Bow  adoring  at  his  feet. 

3  Hail  him  here  with  songs  of  praises. 
Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround; 

Hearken  to  his  glorious  gospel. 

While  the  preacher's  lips  expound; 

Blessed,  blessed, 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Though  the  heav'n,  and   heav'n  of 

heavens, 
O  Thou  great  Unsearchable  ! 
Are  too  mean  to  comprehend  thee, 
Thou  with  man  art  pleased  to  dwell ; 

Welcome,  welcome, 
God  with  us,  Tmmaniiel. 

A  Tune — yionon.  S.  M, 

1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  his  choice; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise. 
Above  all  blessing  high. 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


3  O  for  the  living  fire, 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
Aud  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  your  God  adore; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 


Tiiiie—Park. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing 
Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 

With  compassions  never  ceasing. 
Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 

Hail,  ye  saints,  who  know  his  favor. 
Who  within  his  gates  are  found; 

Hail,  ye  saints,  the  exalted  Saviour, 
Let  his  courts  with  praise  resound. 

2  Lo,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee; 
Thee  our  Saviour  I  Thee  our  God  ! 

From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

In  his  word  his  light  arises, 

Brightest  beams  of  truth  ftud  grace ; 

Bind,  O  bind  your  sacrifices, 

In  his  courts  your  offerings  place. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing. 
Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own  ; 

Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Kise  eternal  round  thy  throne; 

Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing. 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore; 

For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows  and  flows  for  evermore. 

g  Tune— Moors.  CM. 

1  Fountain  of  love !  thyself  true  God  ! 
Who  through  eternal  days 

From  Father  and  from  Son  hast  flowed 
In  uncreated  ways ! 

2  An  undivided  nature,  shared 
With  Father  and  with  Son  ; 

A  i)erson  by  Thyself;   with  them 
Thy  simple  essence  one. 

3  A  full,  wide-flowing  ocean,  Thou, 
Of  uncreated  love; 

I  tremble  as  within  my  soul 
I  feel  thy  waters  move. 


4  Thou  art  a  sea  without  a  shore; 
Awful,  immense  thou  art : 

And  yet  thou  canst  contract  thyself 
Within  ray  narrow  heart. 

5  O  Spirit,  beautiful  and  free, 
My  heart  could  almost  break 

At  thought  of  all  thy  tenderness 
For  us  poor  sinners'  sake. 

6  The  love  of  Jesus  I  adore; 
My  comfort  this  shall  be, 

That  when  I  serve  my  dearest  Lord, 
That  service  honors  thete. 

•y  Time— Rochester.  C.  M. 

1  Abide  among  us  with  thy  grace, 
Lord  Jesus,  evermore ; 

Nor  let  us  ere  to  sin  give  place. 
Nor  grieve  him  we  adore. 

2  Abide  among  us  with  thy  word, 
Kedeemer,  whom  we  love. 

Thy  help  and  mercy  here  afford, 
And  life  with  thee  above. 

3  Abide  among  us  with  thy  ray, 
O  Light  that  lightenest  all. 

And  let  thy  truth  preserve  our  way, 
Nor  suffer  us  to  fall. 

4  Abide  with  us  to  bless  us  still, 
O  bounteous  Lord  of  peace; 

Our  souls  with  grace  and  power  now  fill 
Our  faith  and  love  increase. 

Q  Tmie — Autumn.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Kest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade. 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed  : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee. 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword,  at  noon-day  wasting 
From  the  noisome  pestilence, 

In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 
God  shall  be  thy  sure  defense  : 

Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 
When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow; 

Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver. 
Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 


nYMXS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


3  Thee,    though  winds  and   waves  be 

swelling, 

God,  thine  hope  shall  boar  through 
all, 
Plague  shall  not  come  near  thy  dwell- 
ing, 
Thee  no  evil  shall  befall  : 
lie  shall  charge  his  angel-legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 
Tliough  thou  walk  in  hostile  regions. 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

4  Since,  with  pure  and  true  affection, 
Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 

AVith  the  wings  of  his  protection 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above; 

Tliou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 
lie  will  hearken,  he  will  save ; 

Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double. 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

0  Tiiiiv—MwlhoH.  8s. 

1  Inspircr  and  Hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou  Shepherd  andGuardian  ofthine, 

]\ly  all  to  thy  covenant  care 
I  sleeping  or  waking  resign. 

If  thou  art  my  Shield  and  my  Sun, 
The  night  is  no  darlcness  to  me; 

And,  fast  as  m^'  moments  roll  on, 
TJiey  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 

To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend. 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep. 
Bright  seraphs,   dispatched  from  the 
throne, 

llepair  to  their  stations  assigned  ; 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down 

To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 

3  Their  worship  no  interval  knows; 
Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing; 

And  while  they  protect  my  repose, 
They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King. 

I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 
Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join, 

A7id  love  and  adore,  without  end. 
Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine. 

|_Q  Time—Caro.  8s  k  7s. 

1   "Abba,  Father,'"  we  approach  thee. 
In  our  Saviour's  precious  name  ; 

We,  thy  children,  here  assembling. 
Now  thy  promised  blessings  claim. 


From  our  sins  his  blood  hath  washed  us, 
'Tis  through  him  our  souls  draw  nigh 

And  thy  Spirit,  too,  has  taught  us, 
"Abba,  Father,"  thus  to  cry. 

2  "Abba,  Father,"  Lord  !  we  call  thee, 
Hallow'd  name  !  from  day  to  day : 

'Tis  thy  children's  right  to  know  thee; 

None  but  children  •'  Father  "  say. 
This  high  glory  we  inherit, 

Thy  free  gift,  through  Jesus'  blood  ; 
God  the  Spirit,  with  our  spirit, 

Witnesseth  we're  sons  of  God. 

3  Hence,  thro'  all  the  changing  seasons, 
Trouble,  sickness,  sorrow,  woe. 

Nothing  changeth  God's  affections, 
Love  divine  shall  bring  us  through; 

Soon  shall  all  thy  blood-boughtchildren 
Kound  the  throne  their  anthems  raise, 

And,  in  songs  of  rich  salvation. 
Shout  to  God's  eternal  praise. 

|^|_  Tmie—OUcel.  Os  &  48. 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Peace  upon  earth  and  joy ! 

Good  will  to  man  ! 
We  who  his  blessing  prove, 
Join  with  the  host  above. 
Shouting  his  wondrous  love, 

Too  vast  to  scan. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  unite, 
This  is  a  joyful  sight. 

All  sights  above ! 
Jesus  the  curse  sustains, 
Bitter  the  cup  he  drains, 
Nothing  for  us  remains. 

Nothing  but  love  1 

3  Love  that  no  tongue  can  teach, 
Love  that  no  thought  can  reach, 

No  love  like  this  ! 
God  is  its  blessed  source, 
Death  could  not  stop  its  course, 
Nothing  can  stay  its  force. 

Matchless  it  is ! 

4  Blest  in  this  love  we  sing, 
To  God  our  praises  bring; 

All  sin  forgiven ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  to  thee, 
Honor  and  majesty, 
Now  and  for  ever  be. 

Here  and  in  Heaven  ! 


HYMNS  OF   THE  CHURCH. 


|_0  Tnuc—Pvrci.  Ss  k  7s 

1  Bright  the  vision  that  delighted 
Once  the  sight  of  Judah's  seer; 

Sweet  the  countless  tongues  united 
To  entrance  the  prophet's  ear. 

2  Round  the  Lord  in-  glory  seated 
Clicruhini  and  Seraphim 

Filled  his  temple,  and  repeated 
Each  to  each  the  alternate  hymn  ; 

3  "  Lord,  thy  glorj'  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored, 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord." 

4  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing, 
Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 

"Holy,  Holy,  H0I3',"  singing, 

"Lord  of  hosts,  Lord  God  most  high. 

5  With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 
With  his  holy  Church  below, 

Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow ; 

6  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven. 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given. 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord." 


13  Tane—Dahlon.  S.  P.  IM. 

1  When  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart  awaking  cries. 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  to-day; 

Alike  at  work  and  prayer 

To  Jesus  I  repair; 
May  Jesus  Christ  my  Lord  be  praised. 

2  Whene'er  the  sweet  church  bell 
Peals  over  hill  and  dell, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  truly  praised. 
Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings,      [praised. 

May  Christ  my  great  High  Priest  be 

3  My  tongue  shall  never  tiro 
Of  chanting  with  the  choir. 

May  Jesus  Christ  by  all  be  praised: 
This  song  of  sacred  joy 
It  never  seems  to  cloy. 

May  Jesus  Christ  the  Lamb  be  praised. 


4   Be  this  while  life  is  mine. 

My  canticle  divine. 
May  Jesus  Chi-ist  on  earth  be  praised ; 
Be  this  the  eternal  song, 
Through  all  the  ages  long, 
May    Jesus    Christ    my    Kikq    be 
praised. 


Ttuie — Alicia. 


D.  C.  M. 


14 

1  Jesus  is  God !     The  solid  earth, 
The  ocean,  broad  and  bright, 

The  countless  stars,  like  golden  dust, 
That  strew  the  skies  at  night. 

The  wheeling  storm,  the  flashing  fire, 
The  pleasant,  wholesome  air, 

The  summer's  sun,  the  winter's  frost, 
His  own  creations  were. 

2  Jesus  is  God  !     The  glorious  bands 
Of  golden  angels  sing 

Songs  of  adoring  praise  to  him. 
Their  Maker  and  their  King. 

He  was  true  God  in  Bethlehem's  crib, 
On  Calvary's  cross  true  God, 

He  who  in  heaven  eternal  reigned, 
In  time  on  earth  abode. 

3  Jesus  is  God  !     There  never  was 
A  time  when  he  was  not : 

Boundless,  immortal,  merciful. 

Eternally  begot!  [stretch. 

Backward  our  thoughts  through  ages 
Onward  through  endless  bliss; 

For  there  are  two  eternities, 
And  both  alike  are  his! 

4  Jesus  is  God !     If  on  the  earth 
This  blessed  faith  decays, 

More  tender  must  our  love  become. 

More  plentiful  our  praise- 
We  are  not  angels,  but  we  may 

Down  in  earth's  corners  kneel. 
And  multiply  sweet  acts  of  love. 

And  murmur  what  we  feel. 


Tune — Vnam. 


s,  7s  &  4a. 


15 

1  Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Bend  from  heaven  thy  gracious  ear; 

While  our  waiting  souls  adore  thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners  hear: 

By  thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


2  From  the  depths  of  nature's  blindness 
From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 

From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 

By  thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

3  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 
In  the  day  of  Satan's  power. 

In  our  times  of  deep  distresses. 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

4  When  the  world  around  is  smiling. 
In  the  time  of  wealth  and  ease. 

Earthly  jo}-?  our  hearts  beguiling, 
In  the  day  of  health  and  peace, 

By  thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

5  In  the  weary  hours  of  sickness, 
In  the  times  of  grief  and  pain. 

When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 
When  the  creature's  help  is  vain. 

By  thy  mercy, 
O  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

6  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 
In  the  awful  judgment  day, 

IVlay  oar  souls,  on  thee  relying, 
Find  thee  still  our  hope  and  stay: 

By  thy  mercy, 
0  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

"Ig  Tune — Emerson.  83  &  7s. 

1  Praise  be  thine,  most  Holy  Spirit, 
Honor  to  thy  holy  name  ! 

May  we  love  it,  may  we  fear  it. 

Set  in  everlasting  fame  ! 
Honor  to  thee,  praise  and  glory, 

Comforter,  Inspirer,  Friend, 
Till  these  troubles  transitory 

End  in  glory  without  end. 

2  By  thy  hand,  in  secret  working 
Like  a  midnight  of  soft  rain. 

Seeds  that  lay  in  silence  lurking, 
Spring  up  green  and  grow  amain. 

Roots,  which  in  their  dusty  bosoms, 
Hid  an  age  of  golden  days. 

Stirring  with  a  cloud  of  blossoms, 
Clothe  their  bareness  for  thy  praise. 


3  As  an  island,  in  a  river 

Vexed  with  endless  rave  and  roar, 
Keeps  an  inner  silence  ever 
.   On  its  consecrated  shore. 
Fresh   with    flowers   and    green    with 
grasses ; 

So  the  poor  through  thee  abide; 
Every  outer  care  that  presses. 

Deepening  more  the  peace  inside. 

4  When  our  heart  is  faint  thou  warm- 

est, 
Justifiest  our  delight : 
Thou  our  ignorance  informest. 

And  our  wisdom  shapest  right. 
From  the  heavens  true  peace  thou  send- 
est 
In  the  hour  of  doubt  and  strife; 
Thou  beginnest  and  thou  endest 
All  that  Christians  count  of  life. 

17  Ti.ne~Webb.  7s  &  68. 

1  We  plow  the  fields,  and  scatter 
The  good  seed  on  the  land. 

But  it  is  fed  and  watered 
By  God's  Alm.'ghty  Hand; 

He  sends  the  snow  in  winter. 
The  warmth  to  swell  the  grain, 

The  breezes,  and  the  sunshine. 
And  soft  refrei* fling  rain. 

2  He  only  is  the  Maker 

Of  all  things  near  and  i'ar ; 
He  paints  the  wayside  flower, 

He  lights  the  evening  star; 
The  winds  and  waves  obey  him, 

By  Him  the  birds  are  fed ; 
Much  more  to  us,  his  children, 

He  gives  our  daily  bread. 

3  We  thank  thee,  then,  O  Father, 
For  all  things  bright  and  good. 

The  seed-time  and  the  harvest, 
Our  life,  our  health,  our  food  ; 

Accept  the  gifts  we  offer 
For  all  thy  love  imparts, 

And,  what  thou  most  desirest, 
Our  humble  thankful  hearts. 

1 1.8  Time — Qnmer.  8s,  7s  &  49 

|l  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 
I     Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
I  Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
I     Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One; 
,  Glory,  glory. 

While  eternal  ages  run  ! 


6 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


2  Glory  be  to  him  who  loved  us, 
Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain , 

Glory  be  to  him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  him  to  reign; 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  King  of  angels, 
Glory  to  the  Church's  King, 

Glory  to  the  King  of  nations, 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring : 

Glory,  glory. 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring  ! 

4  Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal! 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  ; 

Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings  ; 

Glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings! 

x9  Tune  — Germany.  8s  &  78 

1  Of  the  Father's  love  begotten 
Ere  the  worlds  began  to  be. 

He  is  Alpha  and  Omega, 
He  the  source,  the  ending  he, 

Of  the  things  that  are,  that  have  been, 
And  that  future  years  shall  see. 

2  0  that  Birth  for  ever  blessed! 
"When  the  Virgin,  full  of  grace, 

By  the  Holy  Ghost  conceiving, 
Bare  the  Saviour  of  our  race; 

And  the  Babe,  the  world's  Kedeemer, 
First  revealed  his  sacred  face. 

3  This  is  he  whom  seers  in  old  time 
Chanted  of  with  one  accord; 

Whom  the  voices  of  the  prophets 
Promised  in  their  faithful  word; 

Now  he  shines,  the  longexpected; 
Let  creation  praise  its  Lord  ! 

4  O  ye  heights  of  Heaven  adore  him  ! 
Angel-hosts  his  praises  sing! 

All  dominions  bow  before  him, 
And  extol  our  God  and  King; 

Let  no  tongue  on  earth  be  silent, 
Every  voice  in  concert  ring. 

5  Thee  let  old  men,  thee  let  young  men, 
Thee  let  boys  in  chorus  sing  ; 

Matrons,  virgins,  little  maidens 
With  glad  voices  answering; 

Let  their  guileless  songs  re-echo, 
And  the  heart  its  praises  bring. 


6  Christ !  to  thee  with  God  the  Father, 
And  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  thee  ! 

Hymn,    and   chant,  and  high  thanks- 
giving. 
And  unwearied  praises  be, 

Honor,  glory,  all  dominion. 
And  eternal  victory. 


Tune — Dennis. 


S.  M. 


20 

1  The  prophet  gave  the  sign 
For  faithful  men  to  read, 

A  virgin,  born  of  David's  line. 
Shall  bear  the  promised  seed. 

2  Ask  not  how  this  should  be, 
But  worship  and  adore; 

Like  her,  whom  heaven's  Majesty 
Came  down  to  shadow  o'er. 

3  Meekly  she  bowed  her  head 
To  hear  the  gracious  word, 

Mary,  the  pure  and  lowly  maid, 
The  favored  of  the  Lord. 

4  Blessed  shall  be  her  name 
In  all  the  Church  on  earth, 

Through  whom  that  wondrous  mercy 
came. 
The  Incarnate  Saviour's  birth. 

21  Time— Beethoven.  L.  M. 

1  What  star  is  this,    with  beams    so 

bright, 
More    beauteous    than    the    noondaj> 

light? 
It  shines  to  herald  forth  the  King, 
And  Gentiles  to  his  cradle  bring. 

2  See  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed. 
From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed;" 

And  eastern  sages  with  amaze 
Upon  the  wondrous  vision  gaze. 

3  The  guiding  star  above  is  bright. 
Within  them  shines  a  clearer  light. 
Which  leads  them  on  in  paths  benign 
To  seek  the  Giver  of  the  sign. 

4  True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay ; 
Nor  toil  nor  dangers  stop  their  way  : 
Home,  kindred,  fatherland,  and  all 
They  leave  at  their  Creator's  call. 

5  O  Jesus  !   while  the  star  of  grace 
Allures  us  now  to  seek  thy  face. 
Let  not  our  slothful  hearts  refuse 
The  guidance  of  that  light  to  use. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


22      Tune — Grmier,    with    chorus  from    "  Flints'' 
Tune."  Ss,  7s  &  Is 

1  Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Ye  who  sang  creation  s  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth, 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing. 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar. 

Seek  the  great  desire  of  nations  ; 
Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King, 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear 

Suddenly  the  Lord  descending 
In  his  temple  now  appears; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 


23  Time— Belief.  C.  M.  D. 

1  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear. 
That  glorious  song  of  old, 

From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 
To  touch  their  harps  of  gold: 

"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
From  Heaven's  all-glorious  King!" 

The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay 
To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

2  Yet  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 
The  world  has  suff'ered  long; 

Beneath  the  angel-strain  have  rolled 
Two  thousand  years  of  wrong; 

And  men,  at  war  with  men,  hear  not 
The  love-song  which  they  bring  : 

Oh  !  hush  the  noise,  ye  men  of  strife. 
And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

3  And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load 
Whose  forms  are  bending  low. 

Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way 
With  weary  steps  and  slow, 


Look  now!  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing  ; 
Oh  !   rest  beside  the  weary  road. 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

4  For  lo  !  the  days  are  hast'ning  on. 

By  prophetbards  foretold. 
When  with  the  ever-circ'ling  years. 

Conies  round  the  age  of  gold. 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendor  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

24  Tune—Lischer.  H.  M. 

1  We'll  sing  in  spite  of  scorn  ; 
Our  theme  is  come  from  Heaven  ; 

To  us  a  Child  is  born. 
To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
The  sweetest  news  that  ever  came 
We'll  sing,  though  all  the  world  should 
blame. 

2  The  long  expected  morn 
Has  dawn'd  upon  the  earth; 

The  Saviour,  Christ,  is  born. 
And  angels  sing  his  birth  : 
We'll  join  the  bright  seraphic  throng. 
We'll  share  their  joys,  and  swell  their 
song. 

3  Now  sing  of  peace  divine, 

Of  grace  to  guilty  man  ; 
No  wisdom,  Lord,  but  thine 

Could  form  the  wondrous  plan 
Where  peace  and  righteousness  embraco 
And  justice  goes  along  with  grace 

4  Give  praise  to  God  on  high 
With  angels  round  his  throne  ; 

Give  praise  to  God  withjoy, 
Give  praise  to  God  alone ! 
'Tis  meet  his  saints  their  songs  should 

raise 
And  give  their  Saviour  endless  praise. 

25  Tune—Eltham.  7s,  8  lines. 

1  Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise, 
Jesus,  Lord,  to  thee  we  raise, 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar; 
Branch  of  royal  David's  stem 
In  thy  birth  at  Bethlehem  ; 
Anthems  be  to  thee  addrest 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHUBCH. 


2  Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream, 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  supreme; 
And  at  Cana  wedding-guest, 

In  tliy  Godhead  manifest ; 
Manifest  in  power  divine. 
Changing  water  into  wine; 
Anthems  be  to  thee  addrest, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

3  Manifest  in  making  whole 
Palsied  limbs  and  fainting  soul; 
Manifest  in  valiant  fight, 
Quelling  all  the  devil's  might ; 
Manifest  in  gracious  will. 
Ever  bringing  good  from  ill ; 
Anthems  be  to  thee  addrest, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

4  Sun  and  moon  shall  darkened  be, 
Stars  shall  fall,  the  heaven  shall  flee ; 
Christ  will  then  like  lightning  shine, 
All  will  see  his  glorious  sign  ; 

All  will  then  the  trumpet  hear, 
All  will  see  the  Judge  appear  ; 
Thou  by  all  wilt  be  confest, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

^O  Tune — Barlimeus.  8s  &  Ts 

1  Earth  has  many  a  noble  city  ; 
Bethlehem,  thou  dost  all  excel ; 

Out  of  thee  the  Lord  from  heaven 
Came  to  rule  his  Israel. 

2  Eastern  sages  at  his  cradle 
Make  oblations  rich  and  rare; 

See  them  give,  in  deep  devotion. 

Gold,  and  frankincense,  and  myrrh. 

3  Sacred  gifts  of  mystic  meaning  ; 
Incense  doth  their  God  disclose, 

Gold  the  King  of  kings  proclaimeth, 
Myrrh  his  sepulchre  foreshows. 

4  Jesus,  whom  the  Gentiles  worshiped 
At  thy  glad  Epiphany, 

Unto  Thee,  with  God  the  Father 
And  the  Spirit,  glory  be. 


27 


Tune — RocTiingham. 


1  The  Word,  with  God  the  Father  One 
Before  the  heavens  and  earth  were  made. 
Is  now  the  Virgin's  new-born  Son, 
Upon  her  lowly  bosom  laid. 


2  Already  o'er  his  sinless  head 

The  streams  of  wrath  begin  to  flow; 

Already  on  his  infant  bed 

The  taste  of  grief  he  deigns  to  know. 

3  The  lowliest  poverty  he  bears 
That  we  may  be  with  wealth  supplied  ; 
He  weeps:  O  precious  grief  and  tears! 
Through  him  the  world  is  purified. 

4  An  humble  dress,  a  mean  abode, 
A  life  obscure  his  glory  hide  : 
Proud  man,  behold  thy  lowly  God, 
And  let  the  sight  destroy  thy  pride. 


28  Tune — Gross  and  Crown.  0.  M. 

1  The  heavenly  child  in  stature  grows, 
And,  growing,  learns  to  die  ; 

And  still  his  early  training  shows 
His  coming  agony. 

2  The  Son  of  God  his  glory  hides 
With  parents  mean  and  poor ; 

And  he  who  made  the  heavens,  abides 
In  dwelling  place  obscure. 

3  Those  mighty  hands  that  rule  the  sky 
No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 

The  Maker  of  the  stars  on  high 
An  humble  trade  pursues. 

4  He  whom  the  choirs  of  angels  praise, 
Bearing  each  dread  decree. 

His  earthly  parents  now  obeys, 
In  deep  humility. 


29  Tune— St.  Ann's.  C.  M. 

1  0  Sion,  open  wide  thy  gates, 
Let  figures  disappear, 

A  Priest  and  Victim,  both  in  one, 
The  Truth  himself,  is  here. 

2  No  more  the  simple  flock  shall  bleed  ; 
Behold,  the  Father's  Son 

Himself  to  his  own  altar  comes, 
For  sinners  to  atone. 

3  Mother  of  hidden  Deity, 
The  lowly  Virgin  brings 

Her  new-born  babe,    with  two  young 
doves. 
Her  tender  offerings. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


4  The  hoary  Simeon  sees  at  last 

His  Lord  so  long  desired, 
And  hails,  with  Anna,  Israel's  hope, 

With  sudden  rapture  tired. 

30  Tune— St.  Thomas.  S.  M. 

1  The  ancient  law  departs. 
And  all  its  terrors  cease  ; 

For  Jesus  makes  with  faithful  hearts 
A  covenant  of  peace. 

2  The  Light  of  Life  divine, 
True  Brightness  undotiled, 

He  bears  for  us  the  shume  of  sin, 
A  holy  spotless  child. 

3  His  infant  body  now 
Begins  our  pain  to  feel  ; 

Those  precious  drops  of  blood  that  flow 
For  death  the  victim  seal. 

4  To-day  the  name  is  thine 
At  which  we  bend  the  knee ; 

They  call  thee  Jesus,  Child  Divine  ! 
Our  Jesus  Jeign  to  bo. 

31  Tune— Federal  Street.  L.  M. 

1  0  blessed  day,  when  first  was  poured 
The  blood  of  our  redeeming  Lord  ! 

O  blessed  day,  when  first  began 
His  suflferings  borne  for  sinful  man  ! 

2  Scarce  entered  on  this  life  of  woe. 
His  infant  blood  begins  to  flow  ; 

A  foretaste  of  his  death  he  feels, 
An  earnest  of  his  love  reveals. 

3  For  love  of  us  his  woes  begin; 
The  Sinless  suffers  for  our  sin  ; 
The  law's  great  Maker  for  our  aid 
Obedient  to  the  law  is  made. 

4  Lord,  circumcise  our  hearts,  we  pray. 
And  take  what  is  not  thine  away; 
Write    thine    own    name    within    our 

hearts. 
Thy  law  upon  our  inmost  parts. 

33  Tune — Ionia.  7s,  4  lines. 

1   Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Thou  wast  fasting  in  the  wild  ; 
Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Tempted,  and  yet  undofiled. 


2  Sunbeams  scorching  all  the  day; 
Chilly  dew-drops  nightly  shed; 
Prowling  beasts  about  thj'  way; 
Stones  thy  pillow;   earth  thy  bed. 

3  Shall  not  we  thy  sorrow  share. 
And  from  earthly  joys  abstain. 
Fasting  with  unceasing  prayer, 
Glad  with  thee  to  suffer  pain. 

4  And  if  Satan,  vexing  sore. 
Flesh  or  spirit  should  assail. 
Thou,  his  vanquisher  before. 
Grant  we  may  not  faint  or  fail. 

33  Tune— Lenox.  P.  M. 

1  Lo !  from  the  desert  homes. 

Where  he  hath  hid  so  long, 
The  new  Elias  comes. 

In  sternest  wisdom  strong; 
The  voice  that  cries 
Of  Christ  from  high, 
And  judgment  nigh 
From  opening  skies. 

2  Your  God  e'en  now  doth  stand 

At  heaven's  opening  door. 
His  fan  is  in  his  hand. 

And  he  will  purge  his  floor; 
The  wheat  he  claims 
And  with  him  stows  ; 
The  chaff  he  throws 
To  quenchless  flames. 

3  Ye    haughty  mountains,  bow 

Your  sky  aspiring  heads; 
Ye  valleys,  hiding  low, 
Lift  up  your  gentle  meads ; 
Make  his  way  plain 
Your  King  before. 
For  evermore 
He  comes  to  reiarn. 


34 


Tane — Dtihe  Streets 


L.  M. 


1  0  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair 

Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  he  glows  1 

2  From  age  to  age  the  tale  declare, 
How  with  the  three  disciples  there. 
Where  Moses  and  Elias  meet. 

The   Lord    holds  converse    high    and 
sweet. 


lO 


HYMNS  or  THE  CHURCH, 


3  The   law   and    prophets   there   have 

place, 
Two  chosen  witnesses  of  grace ; 
The  Father's  voice  from  out  the  cloud 
Proclaims  his  only  Son  aloud. 

4  "With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  t(^  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  he  theirs  above 
Who  joy  in  God  Avith  perfect  love. 

09  Tune — Missionary  Hymn.  7s  & 

1  In  days  of  old  on  Sinai 

The  Lord  Almighty  came. 
In  majesty  of  terror, 

In  thundercloud  and  flame  : 
On  Tabor,  with  the  glory 

Of  sunniest  light  for  vest, 
The  excellence  of  beauty 

In  Jesus  was  expressed. 

2  All  light  created  paled  there. 

And  did  him  worship  meet; 
The  sun  itself  adored  him. 

And  bowed  before  his  feet ; 
While  Moses  and  Elias, 

Upon  the  holy  Mount, 
The  co-eternal  glory 

Of  Christ  our  God  recount. 

3  O  holy,  wondrous  vision  ! 

But  what  when,  this  life  past. 
The  beauty  of  Mount  Tabor 

Shall  end  in  Heaven  at  last  ? 
But  what  when  all  the  glory 

Of  uncreated  light 
Shall  be  the  promised  guerdon 

Of  them  that  win  the  fi^ht? 


36  Time — Germany.      Ss,  7s,  G  lines. 

Part  I 

1  Sing,  my  tongue,  the  glorious  battle, 
Sing  the  last,  the  dread  affraj'; 

O'er  the  cross,  the  victor's  trophy, 
Sound  the  glad  triumphal  lay, 

How,  the  pains  of  death  enduring, 
Earth's  Iledeemer  won  the  day. 

2  He,  our  Maker,  deeply  grieving 
That  the  first  made  Adam  fell, 

"Wiien  he  ate  the  fruit  forbidden 
"Whose  reward  was  death  and  hell. 

Marked  e'en  then  this  tree  the  ruin 
Of  the  first  tree  to  dispel. 


3  Thus  the  work  for  our  salvation 
He  ordained  to  be  done: 

To  the  traitor's  art  opposing 
Art  yet  deeper  than  his  own  ; 

Thence  the  remedy  procuring 
Whence  the  fatal  wound  begun. 

4  Therefore,  when  at  length  the  fullness 
Of  the  appointed  time  was  come, 

He  was  sent,  the  world's  Creator, 
From  the  Father's  heavenlj'  home, 

And  was  found  in  human  fashion, 
Offspring  of  the  "V^irgin's  womb. 

5  Lo,  he  lies  an  infant,  weeping, 
Where  the  narrow  manger  stands, 

While  the  mother-maid  his  members 
"Wraps  in  mean  and  lowly  bands, 

And  the  swaddling  clothes  is  winding 
Kound  his  helpless  feet  and  hands. 


Tune — Keihsh. 
Paut  II. 


s,  7s,  6  lines. 


1  Now  the  thirty  years  accomplished 
"Which  on  earth  he  willed  to  see, 

Born  for  this,  he  meets  his  passion, 
Gives  himself  an  offepring  free ; 

On  the  cross  the  Lamb  is  lifted, 
There  the  sacrifice  to  be. 

2  There  the  nails  and  spear  he  suffers, 
Vinegar,  and  gall,  and  reed  ; 

From  his  sacred  body  pierced 
Blood  and  water  both  proceed  ; 

Precious  blood,  which  the  creature 
From  the  stain  of  sin  hath  freed. 

3  Faithful  cross,  above  all  other 
One  and  only  noble  tree, 

Xone  in  foliage,  none  in  blossom, 
None  in  fruit  thy  peer  may  be; 

Sweetest  wood,  and  sweetest  iron  ; 
Sweetest  weight  is  hung  on  thee. 

4  Bend,  O  lofty  tree,  thy  branches, 
Thy  too  rigid  sinews  bend  ; 

And  awhile  the  stubborn  hardness, 
Which     thy     birth    bestowed,     sus- 
pend, 
^nd     the     limbs     of     heaven's     high 
monarch 
Gently  on  thine  arras  extend. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


11 


5  Thou  alone  wast  counted  worthy 
Tliis  world's  ransom  to  sustain 

That  a  shipwrecked  race  for  ever 
JMight  a  port  of  refuge  gain 

AVilh  the  sacred  blood  anointed 
Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 


31 


Tune — Hock  of  Afjes. 


7s,  G  Hues. 


1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
Manjr  sore  temptations  met, 

Patient  and  to  pains  inured; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet, 
"Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane! 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night; 
Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 

Stood,  and  with  collected  might. 

Bruised  the  harmless  lamb  of  God: 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see, 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane! 

3  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws, 
Sins  against  his  love,  his  blood. 

Sins  against  his  name  and  cause — 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea ! 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 

4  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone: 
None  a  Saviour  more  can  need; 

Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none; 

No:  not  one  good  work  to  plead  : 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
Only  in  Gethsemane. 

5  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  almighty  God  of  love, 

Hymned  by  all  the  heavenly  host. 

In  thy  shining  courts  above: 
We  adore  thee,  gracious  Three — 
Bless  thee  for  Gethsemane. 

38  Tune — Seclusion.  Ts  &  Gs 

1  O  head,  blood-stained  and  wounded. 

With  grief  and  shame  bent  down  ! 
Head,  jestingly-  surrounded 

AVith  plaited  thorns  for  crown! 
Head,  in  whose  light  reflected 

The  angels  erst  did  shine. 
Despised  and  rejected. 

All  hail,  Eedeemer  mine  1 


2  0  face,  before  whose  glory 
The  worlds  shall  shrink  away, 

Defiled  and  bruised  and  gory, 

Thou  look'st  on  me  to-day. 
Whence  comes  this  livid  whiteness? 

AVhat  hand  hath  quenched  in  night 
That  eye  of  heavenly  brightness, 

That  fount  of  living  light? 

3  The  hues  of  health  have  faded 
From  that  care-wrinkled  cheek; 

These  lips,  forlorn  and  jaded. 
Part,  but  lack  force  to  speak. 

The  might  of  death  hath  quenched 
Thy  comeliness  at  length. 

And  from  thy  body  wrenched 
The  sinews  of  its  strength. 

4  The  burden.  Lord,  that  licth 
On  thy  meek  head  is  mine; 

The  ransom-price  that  buyeth 

The  captive  back  is  thine. 
Oh,  hither.  Mediator, 

In  mercy  turn  thy  face  1 
On  me,  Sin-expiator, 

Shed  glances  of  thy  grace  I 

39  Tune— Rural  Hill.  Cs  &  43. 

1  O  head,  so  full  of  bruises! 
Brow,  that  its  life-blood  loses! 

Oh,  great  humility! 
Across  his  face  are  flying 
The  shadows  of  the  dying  : 

'Twas  sufl:ered  all  for  me  ! 

2  O  back,  by  scourges  plowed ! 
O  soul,  by- sorrow  bowed 

Upon  the  accursed  tree  ! 
He  hears  the  bitter  scorning: 
'Tis-night  without  a  dawning: 

'Twas  suftered  all  for  me! 

3  Eye,  that  in  darkness  sinketh! 
Lip,  that  the  red  cup  drinketh  ! 

Hands,  bound  in  misery! 
See,  from  his  feet  forth  streamcth 
The  fountain  that  redeemeth  ! 

'Twas  suffered  all  for  me  ! 

4  And  now  he  speaks:  oh,  hearken, 
While  clouds  all  nature  darken! 

"  Lama  sabacthani !" 
His  head  is  bent  and  droopeth ! 
To  such  a  death  he  stoopeth  ! 

'Twas  suflered  all  for  me! 


12 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


40 


Thine — Laconia. 


8s  A  3s. 


1  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

On  the  cross ! 
For  us  he  shed  his  precious -blood 

On  the  cross. 
Oh  !  hear  that  strange  expiring  cry — 
"  Eli,  lama  sabacthani  ?" 
Draw  near  and  see  the  Saviour  die 

On  the  cross. 

2  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up 

On  the  cross. 
He  drinks  for  us  the  bitter  cup 

On  the  cross. 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake 
The  earth  doth  to  its  centre  shake, 
"While  Jesus  doth  atonement  make 

On  the  cross. 

3  And  now  the  mighty  deed  is  done 

On  the  cross. 
The  battle's  fought,  the  victory  won 

On  the  cross. 
To  heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes, 
"  'Tis  finished,"  now  the  conqueror  cries. 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies 

On  the  cross. 


41 


TiDie —  Vandcrender. 


7s  &  Gs. 


1  O  sacred  head,  surrounded 
By  crown  of  piercing  thorn ! 

O  bleeding  head,  so  wounded, 
Keviled,  and  put  to  scorn  ! 

Death's  pallid  hue  comes  o'er  thee, 
The  glow  of  life  decays, 

Yet  angel  hosts  adore  thee. 
And  tremble  as  they  gaze. 

2  I  see  thy  strength  and  vigor 
All  fading  in  the  strife. 

And  death  with  cruel  rigor 

Bereaving  thee  of  life; 
O  agony  and  dying! 

O  love  to  sinners  free! 
Jesus,  all  grace  supplying, 

O  turn  th}'  face  on  me. 

3  In  this,  thy  bitter  passion. 
Good  Shepherd,  think  of  me 

"With  thy  most  sweet  compassion, 
Unworthy  though  I  be. 


Beneath  thy  cross  abiding, 
Por  ever  would  I  rest; 

In  thy  dear  love  confiding, 
And  with  thy  presence  blest. 


Tune—Holhoni 


5s  &  lis. 


42 

1  All  ye  who  pass  by, 
To  Jesus  draw  nigh; 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should 
die? 
Our  ransom  and  peace. 
Our  surety  he  is: 
Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like 
his. 

2  The  Lord  in  the  day 
Of  his  anger  did  lay 

Our  sins   on  the    Lamb,   and  he   bore 
them  away : 
He  died  to  atone 
For  guilt  not  his  own ; 
The  Father  afflicted  for  you  his  dear 
Son. 

3  For  sinners  like  me 
He  died  on  the  tree; 

His  death  is  accepted;  the  sinner  goes 
free ;  . 

My  pardon  I  claim  ; 

A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus'  dear  name. 

4  He  purchased  the  grace 
That  now  I  embrace; 

O  Father  !  thou  knowest  he  died  in  ray 
place : 
His  death  is  my  plea. 
My  Advocate  see, 
And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  has  an- 
swered for  me. 


43 


Time — Zebulon. 


H.  M. 


1  Himself  he  could  not  save, 

He  on  the  cross  must  die. 
Or  mercy  can  not  come 

To  ruined  sinners  nigh; 
Yes,  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  must  bleed. 
That  sinners  might  from  sin  be  freed. 

2  Himself  he  could  not  save, 

For  justice  must  be  done  ; 
And  sin's  full  weight  must  fall 
Upon  a  sinless  one; 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHUItCH. 


13 


For  nothing  else  can  God  accept 
In  payment  for  the  fearful  debt. 

3  Himself  he  could  not  save, 

For  he  the  surety  stood 
For  all  who  now  rely 

Upon  his  precious  blood: 
He  bore  the  penalty  of  guilt, 
"When  on  the  cross  his  blood  was  spilt. 

4  Himself  he  could  not  save, 

Yet  now  a  Saviour  ho; 
Come,  sinner,  to  him  come, 
He  waits  to  welcome  thee; 
Believe  in  him,  and  thou  shalt  prove 
His  saving  power,  his  deathless  love. 

44:  Tune—PJiiladelphia.  L.  M 

1  O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile; 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side; 

0  come,  together  let  us  mourn; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  How  fast  his  hands  and  feet  are  nailed: 
His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  Seven  times  he  spake,  seven  words  of 

love; 
And  all  three  hours  his  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross 
So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied; 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep. 
Since  thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

4:5  Tune—  Ferguson.  Q.  M 

1  No  blood,  no  altar  now. 
The  sacrifice  is  o'er; 

No  flame,  no  smoke,  ascends  on  high  ; 
The  Lamb  is  slain  no  more! 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  blood. 
The  blood  of  Christ,  thy  Son  ; 

The  blood  by  which  our  peace  is  made. 
Our  victory  is  won. 


3  We  thank  thee  for  the  grace 
Descending  from  above. 

That  overflows  our  widest  guilt, 
The  eternal  Father's  love. 

4  We  thank  thee  for  the  hope, 
So  glad,  and  sure,  and  clear; 

It  liolds  the  drooping  spirit  up, 
Till  the  long  dawn  appear. 

5  We  thank  thee  for  the  crown 
Of  glory  and  of  life; 

Tis  no  poor  with'ring  wreath  of  earth, 
Man's  prize  in  mortal  strife. 


Tune — Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer.     L.  M.  D. 


m 


1   No,  not  the  love  without  the  blood; 

That  were  to  me  no  love  at  all; 
It  could  not  reach  my  sinful  soul. 

Nor  hush  the  fears  which  me  appall. 
I  need  the  love,  I  need  the  blood, 

I  need  the  grace,  the  cross,  the  grave, 

1  need  the  resurrection  power, 

A  soul  like  mine  to  purge  and  save. 

2  The  love  I  need  is  righteous  love. 
Inscribed  on  the  sin-bearing  tree, 

Love  that  exacts  the  sinner's  debt, 
Yet,  in  exacting,  sets  him  free. 

Love  that  condemns  the  sinner's  sin, 
Yet,  in  condemning,  pardon  seals ; 

That  saves  from  righteous  wrath,  and 

yet. 

In  saving,  righteousness  reveals. 

3  Love  boundless  as  Jehovah's  self. 
Love  holy  as  his  righteous  law, 

Love  unsolicited,  unbought, 
The  love  proclaimed  on  Golgotha. 

This  is  the  love  that  calms  my  heart. 
That   soothes   each    conscience  pang 
within. 

That  pacifies  my  guilty  dread. 

And  frees  me  from  the  power  of  sin. 


4"  Tune— Quito.  L.  M. 

The  royal  banners  forward  go. 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow; 
Where  he  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made. 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid. 


14 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


2  There    whilst    he    hung,    his    sacred 

side 
By  soldier's  spear  was  opened  wide, 
To  cleanse  lis  in  the  precious  flood 
Of  water  mingled  with  his  blood. 

3  O  tree  of  glorj',  tree  most  fair, 
Ordained  those  holy  limbs  to  bear, 
How  bright  in  purple  robe  it  stood, 
The  purple  of  a  Saviour's  blood! 

4  Upon  its  arms,  like  balance  true, 
He  weighed  the  price  for  sinners  due, 
The   price   which   none  but    he    could 

pay. 

And  spoiled  the  spoiler  of  his  prey. 


48 


Tune — AOiol  or  Camhridgo. 


S.  M 


1  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe, 
Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 

Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  See  how  the  nails  those  hands 
And  feet,  so  tender,  rend; 

See  down  his  face,  and  neck,  and  breast 
His  sacred  blood  descend. 

3  The  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 
The  mid-day  heavens  grow  pale; 

The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

4  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 
Have  we  no  griefs,  no  fears? 

Come,  old  and  young,  come,  all  man- 
kind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

5  Come,  fall  before  his  cross. 
Who  shed  for  us  his  blood; 

Wlio  died,  the  victini  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 


49 


Tune — Zshalon. 


n.  M. 


1  Done  is  the  work  that  saves! 

Once  and  for  ever  done : 
Finished  the  righteousness 

That  clothes  the  unrighteous  one 
The  love  that  blesses  us  below, 
Is  flowing  freely  to  us  now. 


2  The  sacrifice  is  o'er. 

The  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
The  mercy  seat  is  red 

Witli  blood  of  victim  slain; 
Why  stand  ye  then  without,  in  fear? 
The  blood  divine  invites  us  near. 

3  The  gate  is  open  wide, 

Tlie  new  and  living  way 
Is  clear  and  free  and  bright, 
With  love  and  peace  and  day; 
Into  the  holiest  now  we  come, 
Our  present  and  our  endless  home. 

4  Upon  the  mercy-seat 

The  High  Priest  sits  within; 
The  blood  is  in  his  hand 

Which  makes  and  keeps  us  clean; 
With  boldness  let  us  now  draw  near, 
That  blood  has  banished  ev€ry  fear. 

5  Then  to  the  Lamb  once  slain 

Be  glory,  praise,  and  power, 
Who  died  and  lives  again. 

Who  liveth  evermore; 
Who  loved  and  washed  us  in  his  blood, 
Who  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


50 


Time — Essex. 


7s,  4  lines. 


1  Christ  has  done  the  mighty  work, 
Nothing  left  for  us  to  do. 

But  to  enter  on  his  toil, 
Enter  on  his  triumph  too. 

2  He  has  sowed  the  precious  seed, 
Nothing  left  for  us  unsown 

Ours  it  is  to  reap  the  fields. 

Make  the  harvest-joy  our  own. 

3  His  the  pardon,  ours  the  sin, — 
Great  the  sin,  the  pardon  great; 

His  the  good  and  ours  the  ilt, 
His  tho  love  and  ours  the  hate. 

4  Ours  the  darkness  and  the  gloom, 
His  the  shade-dispelling  light; 

Ours  the  cloud  and  his  the  sun, 
His  the  dayspring,  ours  the  night. 

5  His  the  labor,  ours  the  rest, 
His  the  death  and  ours  the  life; 

Ours  the  fruits  of  victory, 
His  the  agony  and  strife. 


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51  Tane—Old  Eimdred.  L.  M. 

1  The  cross  stands  firm ;  no  blast  of  time, 
No  hurricane  of  earth's  rude  clime, 
Can  shake  its  heavenly  steadfastness, 
Or  lessen  its  high  power  to  bless. 

2  The  tidings  from  that  tree  of  love 
Are  still  God's  message  from  above, 
Telling,  each  hour,  of  cleansing  blood, 
And  pointing  to  the  upward  road. 

3  Still  does  the  Christ  his  grace  reveal, 
His  well  of  living  joy  unseal; 

Still  telling  of  his  love  and  light, 
His  meekness,  majesty,  and  might. 

4  Still    waves   life's    tree    its    glorious 

wealth. 
Laden  with  everlasting  health  ; 
"With  fruit  and  leaf  divinely  fair, 
And  immortality  still  there. 

5  Still  from  the  rock  the  waters  burst 
To  quench  the  weary  spirit's  thirst; 
"Who  drinketh  once  will  drink  again. 
Who  drinketh  shall  not  drink  in  vain. 

52  Tune — Marlyn.  7s,  8  lines. 

1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  the  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes, 
Oh!  bj'  all  thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years; 
By  thy  life  of  want  and  tears; 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  whelming  fear; 
By  thine  agony  and  prayer; 

By  thy  purple  robe  of  scorn  ; 

By  thy  wounds,  thy  crown  of  thorn ; 

By  thy  cross,  thy  pangs,  and  cries ; 

By  thy  perfect  sacrifice; 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye; 

Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan; 
By  thy  sealed  sepulchral  stone; 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave; 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save; 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


53 


Tune — Lischer. 


1  Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 

They  tell  me  all  is  done; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart. 

To  whom,  save  thee, 
Who  can  alone 
For  sin  atone, 
Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

2  Thy  pains,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Upon  the  shameful  tree, 

Have  paid  the  law's  full  price, 
And  purchased  peace  for  me. 

To  whom,  save  thee,  etc. 

3  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Have  wept  my  guilt  away  ; 

And  turned  this  night  of  mine 
Into  a  blessed  day. 

To  whom,  save  thee,  etc. 

4  Thy  blood,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Thy  blood  so  freely  spilt. 

Can  blanch  my  blackest  stains 
And  purge  away  my  guilt. 

T'o  whom,  save  thee,  etc. 


54 


Time — Admah. 


L.  P.  M. 


1  O  love  divine,  what  hast  thou  done! 
The  Lord  of  life  hath  died  for  me ! 

The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree ; 
Th'  incarnate  God  for  me  hath  died; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

2  Sinners,  behold,  as  ye  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 
Come,  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified : 


16 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


3  Was  crucified  for  you  and  me, 
To  bring  us,  rebels,  baclv  to  God; 

Salvation  now  for  us  is  free; 

His    church    is    purchased    with    hi; 
blood  ; 
Pardon  and  life  flow  from  his  side; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 
And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream ; 

All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 
And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him ; 
Of  nothing  speak,  or  think  beside, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 


55 


Tune —  Upton. 


1  O  love  of  God,  how  strong  and  true  ! 
Eternal  and  yet  ever  new, 
Uncomprehonded  and  unbought, 
Beyond  all  knowledge  and  ail  thought. 

2  We   read    thee   in   the   flowers,   the 

trees, 
The  freshness  of  the  fragrant  breeze, 
The  songs  of  birds  upon  the  wing. 
The  joy  of  summer  and  of  spring. 

3  We  read  thee  best  in  Him  who  came, 
To  bear  for  us  the  cross  of  shame; 
Sent  by  the  Father  from  on  liigh, 

Our  life  to  live,  our  death  to  die. 

4  We  read  thee  in  the  manger-bed, 
On  which  his  infancy  was  laid  ; 
And  Nazareth  that  love  reveals, 
Nestling  amid  its  lonely  hills. 

5  We  read  thee  in  the  tears  once  shed 
Over  doomed  Salem's  guilty  head, 

In  the  cold  tomb  of  Bethany, 
And  blood-drops  of  Gothsemane. 

6  We    read   thy   power   to   bless    and 

save. 
E'en  in  the  darkness  of  the  grave; 
Still  more  in  resurrection  light. 
We  read  the  fullness  of  thy  might. 

58  Tune—C'iro.  8s  &  7s. 

1   Wherefore  weep  we  over  Jesus, 
O'er  his  death  and  bitter  .smart? 

"Weep  we  rather  tliat  he  sees  us 
Unconcerned  and  hard  of  heart; 


For  his  soul  was  never  tainted 
With  the  smallest  spot  or  stain  : 

'Twas  for  us  he  was  acquainted 

With  such  depths  of  grief  and  pain. 

2  Oh  !  what  profits  it  with  groaning 
Underneath  his  cross  to  stand; 

Oh  !   what  profits  our  bemoaning 
His  pale  brow  and  bleeding  hand! 

Wherefore  gaze  on  him  expiring, 
Railed  at,  pierced,  and  crucified. 

Whilst  we  think  not  of  inquiring 
Wherefore,  and  for  whom,  he  died? 

3  If  no  sin  could  be  discovered 
In  the  pure  and  spotless  Lord, 

If  the  cruel  death  he  sufi'ered 
Is  sin'.s  just  and  meet  reward  ; 

Then  it  must  have  been  for  others 
That  the  Lord  on  Calvary  bled, 

And  the  guilt  have  been  a  brother's, 
Which  was  laid  upon  his  head. 

4  And  for  whom  hath  he  contended 
In  a  strife  so  strange  and  new  ? 

And  for  whom  to  hell  descended  ? 

Brothers,  'twas  for  me  and  you  1 
Now  you  see  that  he  was  reaping 

Punishment  for  us  alone; 
And  we  have  great  cause  for  weeping, 

Not  for  His  guilt,  but  our  own. 


57 


Tune — Life. 


3,  7s,  A  7s. 


1  All  is  o'er — the  pain,  the  sorrow. 
Human  taunts  and  fiendish  spite; 

Death  shall  be  despoiled  to-morrow 

Of  the  prey  he  grasps  to-night; 
Yet  once  more  to  seal  his  doom, 
Christ  must  sleep  within  the  tomb. 

2  Lo,  his  grave  !  the  gray  rock  closes 
O'er  that  virgin  burial-ground  ; 

Near  it  breathe  the  garden  roses  : 

Trees  funereal  droop  around. 
In  whose  boughs  the  small  birds  rest, 
And  the  stock  dove  builds  her  nest. 

3  Close  and  still  the  cell  that  holds  him, 
While  in  brief  repose  he  lies; 

Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  him. 
Veiled  awhile  from  mortal  eyes — 
Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be 
After  hard-won  victory. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


in 


4  Fierce  and  deadly  whs  the  anguish 
Which  on  yonder  cross  he  bore  : 

How  did  soul  and  body  laiii^uish 
Till  the  toil  of  death  was  o'er! 

But  that  toil,  so  fierce  and  dread, 

Bruised    and    crashed    the    serpent's 
head. 


58 


Tane — RocTc  of  Ages.        7s,  6  lines. 


1  Keating  from  his  work  to-day 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  he  slept, — from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding-sheet  ; 
Lying  in  the  rociv  alone, 
Hidden  hy  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day. 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  ghule, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend; 
Let  me  hew  thee,  Lord,  a  si)rine, 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure,  embalmed  cell, 
None  but  thou  mayst  ever  dwell, 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sigiit  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 


59 


Tune — Hastings. 


C.  L.  M. 


1  A  pathway  opens  from  the  tomb; 
The  grave's  a  grave  no  more! 

Stoop    down ;     look    into    that    sweet 
room. 
Pass  through  the  unsealed  door: 
Linger  a  moment  by  the  bed 
Wliere  lay  but  yesterday  our  Head. 

2  Whatisther'  there  to  make  thee  fear? 
A  folded  chamber-vest, 

Akin  to  that  which  thou  shalt  wear 

When  for  thy  slumber  dressed; 
Two  gentle  angels  standing  by: 
How  sweet  a  room  wherein  to  lie. 


3  No  gloomy  vault,  no  charnel-cell, 
No  emblem  of  decay  : 

No  solemn  sound  of  parsing  bell 

To  say,  "  He's  gone  away  ! " 
But  angel-whispers,  soft  and  clear, 
And  Jesus,  risen,  standing  near. 

4  Take    flowers    and    strew   them    all 

around 
The  room  whore  Jesus  lay, 
But  softly  tread;   'tis  hallowed  ground. 

And  this  our  Sabbath  day. 
"The  Lord  is  risen,  as  he  said," 
And    thou    shalt    rise    with    him,    thy 
Head. 


60 


Titne — Harwell. 


8s  &  la. 


1  Alleluia  !  alleluia  ! 

Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise; 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  gladness: 

Sing  to  Christ  a  hymn  of  praise. 
He  who  on  the  cross  a  victim 

For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  Glory, 

Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

2  Christ  is  risen — Christ  the  first-fruits 
Of  the  holy  harvest-field, 

Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 
At  his  second  coming  yield  : 

Then  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 
Will  their  heads  before  him  wave, 

Ripened  by  his  glorious  sunshine 
From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 

3  Christ  is  risen — we  are  risen  : 
Shed  upon  us  heavenly  grace, 

Rain  and  dew,  and  gleams  of  glory 
From  the  brightness  of  thy  face; 

That  we,  Lord,  with  hearts  in  heaven, 
Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be. 

And  by  angel  hands  be  gathered 
To  be  ever  safe  with  thee. 

4  Alleluia!  alleluia! 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

To  the  Father,  and  the  Saviour, 
Who  has  gained  the  victory: 

Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 
Fount  of  love  and  sanctity. 

Alleluia!  alleluia! 
To  the  Triune  Majesty. 


IS 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


61  Tnne—Olirel.  6s 

1  Ivise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise; 
Into  thy  native  sivies, — 

Assume  thy  right : 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell  1 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train  : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain! 

3  Enter,  Incarnate  God ! — 
No  feet  but  thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down ; 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow  I 
Wider  yon  portals  throw! 
Saviour  triumphant — go, 

And  take  thy  crown  1 

4  Yet — who  are  those  behind, 
In  numbers  more  than  mind 

Can  count  or  say — 
Clothed  in  immortal  stoles, 
Illumining  the  poles — 
A  galaxy  of  souls, 

In  white  array? 

5  And  then  was  heard  afar 
Star  answering  to  star — 

Lo!  these  have  come, 
Followers  of  him,  who  gave 
His  life,  their  lives  to  save; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 

Brought  safely  home. 


Tune — Missionary  Hymn. 


62 

1  The  day  of  resurrection  1 
Earth,  tell  it  out  abroad; 

The  passover  of  gladness. 
The  passover  of  God  ; 

From  death  to  life  eternal. 
From  earth  unto  the  sky. 

Our  Christ  has  brought  us  over, 
With  hymns  of  victory. 

2  Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil, 
That  we  may  see  aright 

The  Lord  in  rays  eteriial 
Of  resurrection  light ; 


7s  &  Gs 


A.nd,  listening  to  his  accents, 
May  hear  so  calm  and  plain 

His  own  "All  hail,"  and,  hearing, 
May  raise  the  victor  strain. 

3  Now  let  tlie  heavens  be  joyful, 

And  earth  her  song  begin, 
The  round  world  keep  high  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
Let  all  things  seen  and  unseen 

Their  notes  of  gladness  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen. 

Our  joy  that  hath  no  end. 


63 


Tune—Wehh. 


7s  &  Gs. 


1  With  laud  and  loud  thanksgiving. 
Thee,  Saviour,  we  adore, 

The  dead  who  now  art  living, 
And  shall  live  evermore — 

Set  in  the  eternal  city, 

At  God's  right  hand  above, 

The  infinite  in  pity, 

The  measureless  in  love. 

2  For  thee  the  nard  and  spices, 
And  the  fine  linen's  fold; 

But  not  for  thee  suffices 
The  ointment  and  the  gold; 

Things  nobler  still  and  fairer, 
O  Saviour,  shall  be  thine: 

Man's  heart  hath  oif'rings  rarer, 
Sweet  sound  and  song  divine. 

3  Till,  wafted  by  devotion, 
Our  human  voices  call 

Across  the  crystal  ocean, 

Across  the  jasper  wall. 
Unto  the  city  golden 

Where  God  is  on  his  throne, 
Where  sweeter  harps  are  holden, 

And  better  Hymns  are  known, 

4  And  blend  their  measures  lowly 
With  the  eternal  lay, 

The  "Holy,  holy,- holy!" 
That  rises  night  and  day — 

And  that  great  song  expressing, 
While  heaven's  far  arches  ring, 

Salvation,  glory,  blessing. 
And  honor  to  our  E.ing. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


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64 


Tune — Good  Tidings. 


S.  M.  D. 


1  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high, 
To  realms  beyond  the  skies; 

And  round  thy  tlirone  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise; 
But  we  are  lingering  here, 

"With  sin  and  care  oppressed; 
Oh  may  thy  promised  Comforter, 

Lord,  lead  us  to  our  rest. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high; 
But  thou  didst  first  come  down. 

Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  thy  crown  ; 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be; 
But  only  let  this  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  thee. 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high ; 
But  thou  shalt  come  again, 

"With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  thy  train. 
Lord,  by  thy  saving  power, 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  thy  right  hand  on  high. 


65 


g,  7s,  &  4s. 


1  Look,  ye  saints;  the  sight  is  glorious; 
See  the  man  of  sorrows  now; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow; 
Crown  him:  Crown  him: 
Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Crown    the    Saviour,    angels    crown 

him ; 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings; 
On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him. 
While  the  heavenly  concert  rings  : 
Crown  him  :    Crown  him: 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him. 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 

Saints  and  angels  bend  around  him, 
Own  his  title:  praise  his  name: 
Crown  him  :  Crown  him  : 
Spread  abroad  the  victor's  fame  ! 


4  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark,  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 
Lamb  of  God,  our  strong  salvation, 

O,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  him  :  Crown  him  : 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

66  Tune—Moors.  CM. 

1  It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear. 

That  soothes   his    mourning  follower's 
grief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear  ; 

2  "Because    I   leave    this   woi-ld,"    be 

cries, 
"Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow; 
But  tho'  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
My  heart  remains  below. 

3  "MySpirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 
Upon  each  faithful  head. 

Till  I,  j'our  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead." 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 
Pronounced  his  parting  prayer; 

When  lo,  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Conveyed  hini  through  the  air. 

5  With  solemn  awehisfollowers  viewed 
The  splendor  of  the  scene, 

Wliile  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Received  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread. 
Through  distant  lands,  his  word  ; 

And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy, 
Expect  our  risen  Lord 

6T  Tane— Yates.  8s  &  73. 

1  See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph, 
See  the  King  in  royal  state 

Riding  on  the  clouds  his  chariot 
To  his  heavenly  palace  gate; 

Hark,  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 
Joyful  alleluias  sing. 

And  the  portals  high  are  lifted 
To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 
With  the  trump  of  jubiloe? 

Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 
He  has  gained  the  victory ; 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURiJH. 


lie  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 
He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 

He  has  vanquislied  sin  and  Satan, 
He  by  death  has  spoiled  his  foes. 

3  While  he  lifts  his  hands  in  blessing, 
He  is  parted  from  his  friends  ; 

While  their  eager  eyes  behold  him, 
He  upon  the  clotids  ascends  ; 

He  who  walked  with  God,  and  pleased 
him. 
Preaching  truth,  and  doom  to  come, 

He,  our  Enoch,  is  translated 
To  his  everlasting  home. 

4  He  has  raised  our  human  nature 
In  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 

There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 
There  with  him  in  glory  stand: 

Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels ; 
Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne; 

Mighty  Lord,  in  thine  ascension  ; 
AVe  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

6S  Tune—Malleville.  7si6s. 

1  All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 
To  thee,  Redeemer,  King! 

To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 
Thou  David's  royal  Son, 

Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 
The  King  and  blessed  one. 

3  The  company  of  angels 
Are  praising  thee  on  high, 

And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created  make  reply. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 
With  palms  before  thee  went. 

Our  praise  and  prayer  and  anthems 
Before  thee  we  present. 

5  To  thee  before  thy  passion 
Tliey  sang  their  hymns  of  praise, 

To  thee  now  high  exalted 
Our  melody  we  raise. 

C  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises; 

Accept  tlie  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest. 

Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 


Part  I. 

69  German  Air,  or  Mendon.  L.  M. 

1  The  Son  of  God  in  mighty  love, 
Came  down  to  Bethlehem  for  me; 

Forsook  his  throne  of  light  above, 
An  infant  upon  earth  to  be. 

2  In  love,  the  Father's  sinless  child 
Sojourned  at  Nazareth  for  me; 

With  sinners  dwelt  the  undefiled, 
The  Holy  one  in  Galilee. 

3  Jesus,  whom  angel-hosts  adore. 
Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me ; 

In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  jioor, 
That  I,  thrt  ugh  him,  enriched  might 
be. 

4  Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 
He  went  to  Olivet  for  me; 

There  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 
When  bleeding  in  Gethsemane. 

Part  II. 
Tune — Kolland. 

1  Tlie  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 
Went"  up  to  Calvary  for  me; 

There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 
In  his  own  body  on  the  tree. 

2  Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies. 
Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me; 

There  overcame  my  enemies. 
There  won  tlie  glorious  victory, 

3  In  love  the  whole  dark  path  he  trod, 
To  consecrate  a  way  for  me ; 

Each  bitter  footstep  marked  with  blood, 
From  Bethlehem  to  Calvary. 

4  'Tis  finished  all;  the  veil  is  rent. 
The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free; 

Now  then  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  theel 

70  Tune—Devhes.  C.  IJ. 

1  Thee  we  acknowledge  God  and  Lord, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain  ; 

Who  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Worthy  o'er  both  to  reign  i 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud. 
Through  heaven's  extended  coasts: 

Hail,  hoij',  holy,  holy  Lord 
Of  glory  and  of  liosts  ! 


HY^rNS  OF  THE  CBUBCn. 


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3  The  prophet's  goodly  fellowship, 
In  radiant  garments  dressed, 

Praise  thee,  thou  Son  of  God,  and  reap 
The  fullness  of  thy  rest. 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company 
Thy  righteous  praise  proclaim ; 

The  martyred  army  glorify 
Thine  everlasting  name. 

5  Throughout  the  world  thy  churches 

join 
To  call  on  thee,  their  Head, — 
Brightness  of  majesty  divine. 
Who  every  power  hast  made  ! 

6  Among  their  number.  Lord,  we  love 
To  sing  thy  precious  blood  : 

Reign  here,  and  in  the  worlds  above, 
T'hou  holy  lamb  of  God  I 

71  Tune—Olioet.  Cs  &  4s. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary ; 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
O,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O,  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  bo, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
AVipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll; 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Pear  and  distress  remove  : 
O,  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


72  Tune—Solo}i.  C.  M. 

1  Once,  only  once,  and  once  for  all. 
His  precious  life  he  gave  ; 

Before  the  cross  our  spirits  fall, 
And  own  it  strong  to  save. 

2  "  One  offering,  single  and  complete," 
With  lips  and  heart  we  say; 

But  what  he  never  can  repeat 
He  shows  forth  day  by  day. 

3  For,  as  the  priest  of  Aaron's  lino 
Within  the  holiest  stood, 

And  sprinkled  all  the  mercy-shrino 
With  sacrificial  blood ; 

4  So  he,  who  once  atonement  wrought. 
Our  Priest  of  endless  power, 

Presents  himself  for  those  he  bought 
In  that  dark  noontide  hour. 


73 


Tune — Bartimeus. 


:  7s,  single. 


1  Thou  art  near — yes,  Lord,  I  feel  it. 
Thou  art  near  where'er  I  move. 

And  though  sense  would  fain  conceal  it. 
Faith  oft  whispers  it  to  Love. 

2  Am  I  weak  ?     Thine  arm  doth  lead 

me 
Safe  through  every  danger,  Lord: 
Am  I  hungry?     Thou  dost  feed  mo 
With  the  manna  of  thy  Word. 

3  Am  I  thirsting  ?    Thou  wilt  guide  me 
Where  refreshing  waters  flow; 

Faint  or  feeble,  thou' It  provide  mo 
Grace  for  every  want  I  know. 

4  Am  I  fearful  ?     Thou  wilt  take  mo 
Underneath  thy  wings,  my  God! 

Am  I  faithless  ?     Thou  wilt  make  me 
Bow  beneath  thy  chastening  rod. 

5  Am  I  drooping?     Thou  art  near  me. 
Near  to  bear  me  on  my  way  : 

Am  I  pleading  ?     Thou  dost  hear  me. 
Hear  and  answer,  when  I  pray. 


74  Tune— Harwell.  8i 

1   Alleluia,  sing  to  Jesus, 

His  the  sceptre,  his  the  throne ; 
Alleluia,  his  the  triumph, 

His  the  victory  alone; 


i&  7s. 


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HYMNS  OP  THE  CHURCH, 


Hark,  the  songs  of  peaceful  Sion 
Thunder  like  a  miglity  flood; 

Jesus  out  of  every  nation 

Hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood. 

2  Alleluia,  not  as  orphans 
We  are  left  in  sorrow  now ; 

Allehiia,  he  is  near  us, 

Faitli  believes,  nor  questions  how  : 
Though  the  cloud  from  sight  received 
liiin, 

When  tiie  forty  days  were  o'er, 
Shall  our  hearts  forget  his  promise, 

"  I  am  with  you  ever  more  ?" 

3  Alleluia,  bread  of  angels. 

Thou  on  earth,  our  food,  our  stay, 
Alleluia,  here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  thee  from  day  to  day  ; 
Intercessor,  friend  of  sinners. 

Earth's  Redeemer,  plead  for  me. 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 

Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea. 

4  Alleluia,  King  eternal. 

Thee  the  Lord  of  lords  we  own  ; 
Alleluia,  born  of  Mary, 

Earth     thy     footstool,    heaven     thy 
throne : 
Thou  within  the  veil  hast  entered. 

Robed  in  flesh,  our  great  High  Priest; 
Thou  on  earth  both  priest  and  victim 

Shown  in  Eucharistic  fea^t. 


75 


rime — Dorrnaiice.  8s  &  7s,  singlo. 


i  Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  carcth 
With  a  brother's  tender  care  ; 

Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  shareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear, 

2  Yes,  o'er  me,  o'er  me  he  watcheth. 
Ceaseless  watcheth,  night  and  day  ; 

Yes,  even  me,  even  me  ho  snatcheth 
From  the  perils  of  the  way. 

3  Yes,  for  me  he  standeth  pleading. 
At  the  mercy-seat  above ; 

Ever  for  me  interceding. 
Constant  in  untiring  love. 

4  Thus  I  wait  for  his  returning. 
Singing  all  the  way  to  heaven  ; 

Such  the  joyful  song  of  morning, 
Such  the  tranquil  song  of  even. 


755  Tune—Zerah.  C.  ?!. 

1  Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 
To  David's  Son  and  Lord  ; 

With  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !  Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest, 
How  vast  thy  gifts,  how  free  ! 

Thy  blood,  our  life :  thy  word,  our  feast; 
Thy  name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna!   Master,  lo !  we  bring 
Our  offerings  to  thy  throne; 

Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  earthly  thing 
But  hearts  to  be  thine  own. 

4  Hosanna  !  once  thy  gracious  ear 
Approved  a  lisping  throng  ; 

Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

5  Oh  Saviour,  if  redeemed  by  theo 
Thy  temple  w^e  behold, 

Hosannas  through  eternity! 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 


in 


Tune — FreiJcricJi.      Gs  &  5s  or  lis. 


1  While  darkness  j'et  hovers, 
The  harbinger  star 

Peers  through  and  discovers 

The  dawn  from  afar. 
To  many  an  aching 

And  watch-wearied  eyo 
The  dayspring  is  breaking. 

Once  more,  from  on  high. 

2  With  lamps  trimmed  and  burning, 
The  Church,  on  her  way 

To  meet  thy  returning, 

O  bright  King  of  day  ! 
Goes  forth  and  rejoices. 

Exulting  and  free, 
And  sends  from  all  voices 

Hosannas  to  thee. 

3  She  casts  off'  her  sorrows. 
To  rise  and  to  shine 

With  the  lustre  she  borrows, 

O  Saviour!  from  thine. 
Look  down,  for  thine  honor, 

0  Lord  !  and  increase. 
In  mercy,  upon  her 

The  blessing  of  peace. 


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4  Her  children,  with  trembling 

Await,  but  not  fear, 
Till  the  time  of  assembling 

Before  thee  draws  near; 
When,  freed  from  all  sadness 

And  sorrow  and  pain. 
They'll  meet  thee  in  gladness 

And  glory,  again. 


Time —  WoodstocTc. 


C.  M. 


78 

1  Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake  !  awake  ! 
Why  sleep  for  sorrow  now? 

The  hope  of  glory,  Christ,  is  thine, 
An  heir  of  glory  thou. 

2  Thy  spirit,  through  the  lonely  night, 
From  earthly  joy  apart. 

Hath  sighed  for  one  that's  far  away — 
The  bridegroom  of  thy  heart. 

3  But  see,  the  night  is  waning  fast, 
The  breaking  morn  is  near; 

And  Jesus  comes,  with  voice  of  love, 
Thy  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 


yearning 


4  He   comes — for,    oh  1    his 

heart 

No  moi'e  can  bear  delay — 
To  scenes  of  full  unmingled  joy 
To  call  his  Bride  away. 

5  Thou,  too,  shalt  reign — he   will    not 

wear 
His  crown  of  joy  alone  ! 
And  earth,  his  royal  Bride  shall  see 
Beside  him  on  the  throne. 


79 


Tune —  Calvary. 


83,  7s,  &43. 


1  Christ  is  coming  !  let  creation 
Bid  her  groans  and  travail  cease  ; 

Let  the  glorious  proclamation 
Hope  restore  and  faith  increase. 

Maranatha ! 
Come,  tliou  blessed  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

2  Earth  can  now  but  tell  the  story 
Of  thy  bitter  cross  and  pain  ; 

She  shall  yet  behold  thy  glory, 
When  thou  comest  back  to  reign. 

Maranatha  1 
Let  each  heart  repeat  the  strain  ! 


3  Long  thy  exiles  have  been  pining 
Far  from  rest  and  home  and  thee ; 

But,  in  heavenly  vesture  sliining, 
Soon  they  shall  thy  glory  see. 

Maranatha ! 
Haste  the  glorious  jubilee  ! 

4  Fast  flows  on  the  tide  of  ages ; 
Of  its  fullness  signs  appear; 

Tokens,  by  the  prophet  pages, 
Seem  to  tell  the  Coming  near: 

Alleluia  ! 
Welcome,  Lord  and  Saviour  dear ! 

5  Waxeth  cold  the  love  of  many 
Waxeth  hot  the  devil's  spite: 

Few  the  steadfast — hardly  any 
Daring  for  the  true  and  right. 

Alleluia! 
Jesus,  come  in  thine  own  might ! 

S  Join  their  cry  who've  gone  before  us. 
Longing  for  the  final  doom  : 

Theirs  and  ours  redemption's  chorus, 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come : 

Alleluia  ! 
Even  so,  Lord  Jesus,  come  1 


Time — Forever  with  the  Lord.     S.  M.  D. 


80 


1  The  Church  has  waited  long. 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see; 

And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits^ 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

Age  after  age  has  gone, 
Sun  after  sun  has  set. 

And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

2  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 

We  laid  them  side  by  side ; 
We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn. 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 

Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

3  The  serpent's  brood  increase, 
The  powers  of  hell  grow  bold. 

The  conflict  thickens,  faith  is  loAV, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


How  long,  O  Lord  our  God, 

Holy  and  true  and  good, 
Wilt    thou    not    judge    thy    suffering 
Church, 

Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood  ? 

4  We  long  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  see  thee  face  to  face, 

To  share  thy  crown  and  glory  then. 
As  now  we  shire  thy  grace. 

Should  not  the  loving  bride 

The  absent  bridegroom  mourn? 

Should  she  not  wear  the  weeds  of  grief 
Until  her  Lord  return? 

5  The  whole  creation  groans 
And  waits  to  hear  that  voice, 

That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 
And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 
The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain. 

And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 


81 


Tunc — Falcon  Street. 


1  Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ; 
Bring  the  long  looked  for  day; 

Oh  why  these  years  of  waiting  here. 
These  ages  of  delay? 

2  Come,  for  creation  groans. 
Impatient  of  thy  stay. 

Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill. 
These  ages  of  delaj'. 

3  Come,  for  thy  foes  are  strong ; 
With  taunting  lips  they  say, 

"  Where  is  the  promised  Advent  now, 
And  where  the  dreaded  day  ?" 

4  Come,  for  the  truth  is  weak, 
And  error  pours  abroad 

Its  iubtle  poison  o'er  the  earth, — 
An  earth  that  hates  her  God. 

5  Come,  spoil  the  strong  man's  house. 
Bind  him  and  cast  him  hence. 

Shew  thou  art  stronger  than  the  strong, 
Thyself  Omnipotence. 

6  Come,  and  make  all  things  new, 
Build  up  this  ruined  earth. 

Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth. 


82  Tune— Jordan.  C.  M.  D. 

1  How  oft  the  morn  has  cheated  us, 
As,  with  unsleeping  eye. 

We  lay  upon  our  silent  couch. 
And  watched  the  changitig  sky. 

How  often,  as  the  heavy  hours 
Stole  by  with  soundless  haste, 

We've  said,  "Ah,  now  the  dawn  begins. 
The  weary  night  is  past." 

2  Hours  went  and  came,  but   yet   no 

streak 

On  eastern  cloud  or  hill, 
We  looked  in  vain,  no  sign  appeared, 

'Twas  nig^ht  and  silence  still. 
'Twas  but  the  starlight,  not  the  sun. 

The  moonlight,  not  the  day. 
We  thought  it  was  the  dawn,  but  now, 

That  dawn  seems  far  away. 

3  'Tis  thus,  beguiled  with   fond  desire, 
And  sick  with  hope  deferred, 

The  watching  Church,  with  eager  ear. 
The  well  known  cry  has  heard  ; 

"  He  whom  you  look  for  is  at  hand, 
Both  hope  and  fear  are  donel" 

No,  'tis  not  yet, — and  still  she  waits 
The  still  unrisen  sun. 

4  Age  after  age,  in  love  and  faith. 
She  has,  with  longing  ej-e. 

Been  watching  every  streak  of  dawn 

In  yon  perplexing  sky. 
And  shall  she  now  give  up  her  trust, 

And  turn  her  ej'e  away. 
As  if  there  were  no  sun  for  her 

No  hope  of  light  and  day  ? 

5  She  will  not,  for  she  knows  how  sure 
The  promise  of  her  Lord  ; 

She  will  not,  for  she  knows  how  true 

Is  the  unchanging  word. 
The  morn  shall  come;   nay,  he  himself, 

Brighter  than  morn's  best  ray. 
Shall  come  to  bid  the  night  depart, 

And  bring  at  last  the  day. 

83  Tvne — Sing  Praise.  6b. 

1   Give  ear,  O  earth,  give  ear ! 

Depths  of  the  mighty  sea  I 
Give  car,  O  man  !     Give  ear. 

All  'neath  the  sun  that  be  1 


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'1  The  day  of  wrath  draws  near, 
The  dreadful  day  of  doom  ; 

The  sinner's  bitter  day, 
It  malieth  haste  to  come. 

3  Then  shall  these  ancient  skies 
Roll  up  and  pass  away  ; 

The  sun  shall  blush,  and  hide 
Its  face  in  dread  dismay. 

4  Alas  !  alas  !  alas  ! 

To  whom,  in  that  great  day, 
Shall  the  sad  sinner  flee. 
On  whom  for  refuge  stay? 

5  Lost,  lost,  forever  lost ! 

Too  late  !  too  late  !  he  cries ; 
Jjost,  lost,  for  ever  lost ! 
The  second  death  he  dies; 

6  O  Jesus,  save  and  bless, 
O  Son  of  God  on  high  : 

Then  safe  in  thee  we  live, 
And  safe  in  thee  we  die. 


84 


Tune — Bnsenhttrg. 


1  O  quickly  come,  dread  Judge  of  all ; 
For,  awful  though  thine  advent  be, 
All  shadows  from  the  truth  will  fall, 
And  falsehood  die,  in  sight  of  thee. 

2  O  quickly  come,  great  King  of  all ; 
Reign  all  around  us,  and  within  ; 
Let  sin  no  more  our  souls  enthrall. 
Let  pain  and  sorrow  die  with  sin. 

3  0  quickly  come,  true  Life  of  all ; 
For  death  is  mighty  all  around  ; 
On  every  home  his  shadows  fall. 
On  every  heart  his  mark  is  found. 

4  O  quickly  come,  sure  Light  of  all. 
For  gloomy  night  broods  o'er  our  way 
And  weakly  souls  begin  to  fall 
With  weary  watching  for  the  day. 

85  Tune — Somervale.  7s  &  6s , 

1  The  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late; 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil. 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate — 
The  judge  tliat  comes  in  mercy. 

The  judge  that  comes  in  might. 
To  terminate  the  evil. 

To  diadem  the  right. 


2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 
Let  right  to  wrong  succeed; 

Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead — 
To  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  nor  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  One. 

3  And  when  the  Sole-Begotten 
Shall  render  ^p  once  more 

The  kingdom  to  the  Father, 
Whose  own  it  was  before, 

Then  glory  yet  unheard  of 
Shall  shed  abroad  its  ray. 

Resolving  all  enigmas — 
An  endless  Sabbath  day. 


86 


Til  lie — Farland, 


3,  7a,  &  4s. 


1  "  Come,  Lord  Jesus !  O  come  quickly !" 
Oft  has  prayed  the  mourning  Bride  : 

"  Lo  !"  he  answers,   "  I  come  quickly  !" 
Who  my  coming  may  abide  ? 

All  who  loved  him. 
All  who  long'd  to  see  his  day. 

2  "Come,"  he  saith,  "ye  heirs  of  glory; 
Come,  ye  purchase  of  my  blood  ; 

Claim  the  kingdom  now  before  you, 
Rise  and  fill  the  Mount  of  God, 

Fix'd  forever 
Where  the  Lamb  on  Sion  stands." 

3  See  !     Ten  thousand  burning  seraphs 
From  their  thrones  as  lightnings  fly  ; 

"  Take,"  they  cry,  "  your  seats  above  us, 
Nearest  him  who  rules  the  sky  !" 

Patient  suflTerers, 
How  rewarded  are  ye  now  1 

4  In  full  triumph  see  them  marching 
Through  the  gates  of  massy  light. 

While  the  city  walls  are  sparkling, 
With  meridian  glory  bright; 

Oh  how  lovely 
Are  the  dwellings  of  the  Lamb  ! 

5  Through  his  passion  all  victorious, 
Now  they  drink  immortal  wine  ; 

In  Immanuel's  likeness,  glorious 
As  the  firmament,  they  shine  ; 

Shine  forever 
With  the  bright  and  morning  star ! 


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87 


Tune — Sicilian  Hi/mn. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Hark  !  the  cry,  "  Bfihold  he  cometh!" 
Hark  !  the  cry,   "  The  Bridegroom's 

near !" 
These  are  accents  falling  sweetly 
On  the  ransomed  sinner's  ear. 

2  Man  may  disbelieve  the  tidings. 
Or  in  anger  turn  away  ; 

'Tis  foretold  there  shall  be  scoffers, 
Rising  in  the  latter  day. 

3  But  he'll  come,  the  Lord  from  heaven, 
Not  to  suffer  or  to  die  ; 

But  to  take  his  waiting  people 
To  their  glorious  rest  on  high. 

4  Happy  they  who  stand  expecting 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  to  appear  : 

Sad  for  those  who  do  not  love  him — 
Those  who  do  not  wish  him  here. 


88 


Tune — Stand  itp  for  Jesus,         73  «fe  Cs. 


1  Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers! 
And  let  your  lights  appear; 

The  evening  is  advancing, 
The  darker  night  is  near. 

The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 
And  soon  will  he  draw  nigh : 

Up,  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle ; 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry ! 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning 
Replenish  them  with  oil  : 

Look  now  for  your  salvation, 
The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 

The  watchers  on  the  mountains 
Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near; 

Go  meet  him,  as  he  cometh, 
With  hallelujahs  clear. 

3  O  wise  and  holy  virgins, 
Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 

Till,  in  your  jubilations, 
Ye  join  the  angel  choir. 

Tlie  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 
The  gates  wide  open  stand  ; 

Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory : 
The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand  1 


4  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

0  Jesus,  now  appear  ! 
Arise,  thou  Sun,  so  looked  for, 

On  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  da}'  of  our  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  thee. 


Tune — Shining  Shore. 


S3  &  78. 


1  The  night  is  wearing  fast  away. 
The  glorious  day  is  dawning, 

When   Christ  shall  all   his   grace  dis- 
play— 

The  fair  eternal  morning. 
Gloomy  and  dark  the  night  hath  been. 

And  long  the  way  and  dreary  ; 
And  sad  tlie  weeping  saints  are  seen. 

And  faint,  and  worn,  and  weary. 

2  Ye    mourning    pilgrims,    dry    your 

tears, 

And  hush  each  sigh  of  sorrow ; 
The  light  of  that  bright  morn  appears, 

The  long  Sabbatic  morrow. 
Lift  up  your  heads — behold  from  far 

A  flood  of  splendor  streaming; 
It  is  the  bright  and  morning  star 

In  living  lustre  beaming. 

3  And  see  that  star-like  host  around 
Of  angel  bands  attending; 

Hark!  hark!  the  trumpet's  glad'ning 
sound 
'Mid  shouts  triumphant  blending. 
He   comes !    the  Bridegroom  promised 
long ; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  him. 
And  raise  the  new  and  nuptial  song. 
In  cheerful  strains  to  greet  him. 


90 


Tune — Lenox. 


H.M. 


1  My  life's  a  shade,  my  days 
Apace  to  deatii  decline; 
My  Lord  is  life,  he'll  raise 
My  dust  again — e'en  mine. 

Sweet  truth  to  me, 

I  shall  arise 

And  with  these  eyes 

My  Saviour  see. 


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2  My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 
JVI}'  bones,  till  that  sweet  day; 

I  wake  from  my  long  sleep 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay. 

Sweet  truth  to  me, 

I  shall  arise 

And  with  these  eyes 

My  Saviour  see. 

3  My  Lord — his  angels  shall 
Their  golden  trumpets  sound. 
At  whose  most  welcome  call 
My  grave  shall  be  unbound. 

Sweet  truth  to  me, 
I  shall  arise 
And  with  these  eyes 
My  Saviour  see. 

4  I  say,  sometimes  with  tears, 
Ah  me !  I'm  loth  to  die, 
Lord,  silence  thou  these  fears: 
My  life's  with  thee  on  high. 

Sweet  truth  to  me, 
I  shall  arise 
And  with  these  eyes 
My  Saviour  see.  . 


91 


Tune — Minnesota.        Ss,  Ys,  &  4?. 


1  Lord,  our  longing  hearts  grow  weary. 
Waiting  for  our  soul's  loved  choice; 

Every  hour  seems  sad  and  dreary, 
Till  we  hear  thy  welcome  voice  : 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  ! 
Come,  and  bid  our  hearts  rejoice  ! 

2  Lo!  thy  members,  Lord,  oft  languish 
Midst     the    world's    cold     heartless 

throng ; 
Some  there  are  in  very  anguish, 

Crying,     Lord,     "  How    long  ?    how 
long  ?" 
Come,  Lord  Jesus ! 
Quickly  raise  the  joyful  song  ! 

3  Thou    hast    promised    thou    wouldst 

take  us 
To  thy  everlasting  home  ; 
Greater  still,  that  thou  wouldst  make  us 
Sit  with  thee  upon  thy  throne. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  1 
Come,  and  claim  us  as  thine  own. 


4  Blessed  Lord,  behold  thy  promise, 
See,  we  hang  upon  thy  word; 

Thou  hast  spoken,  "  I  come  quickly  ;' 
Thou  hast  spoken,  we  have  heard. 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  ! 
Come,  our  own,  our  faithful  Lord. 


92 


Tune — Happy  Land. 


1  Hark  !  'tis  the  watchman's  cry  1 
Wake,  brethren,  wake ! 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  nigh  !     Wake,  etc. 

Sleep  is  for  sons  of  night, 

Ye  are  children  of  the  light, 

Yours  is  the  glory  bright  1     Wake,  etc. 

2  Call  to  each  waking  band. 

Watch,  brethren,  watch  !  [etc. 

Clear  is  our  Lord's  command  !    Watch, 
Be  ye  as  men  that  wait 
Always  at  the  master's  gate. 
E'en  tho'  he  tarry  late!     Watch,  etc. 

3  Hear  we  the  Shepherd's  voice, 
Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 

Would  ye  his  heart  rejoice  !     Pray,  etc. 
Sin  calls  for  constant  fear, 
Weakness  needs  the  strong  One  near; 
Long  as  ye  struggle  here  !     Pray.  etc. 

4  Now  sound  the  final  chord. 
Praise,  brethren,  praise  ! 

Thrice  holy  is  our  Lord  !     Praise,  etc. 
What  more  befits  the  tongues 
Soon  to  lead  the  angel's  songs. 
While  heaven  the  note  prolongs — 
Praise,  brethren,  praise  ! 


93 


Tune — Melodt). 


C.  M. 


1  My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world, 
Is  like  some  flutter'd  dove, 

And  fain  would  be  as  swift  of  wing 
To  flee  to  him  I  love. 

2  With    hope    deferr'd    oft   sick   and 

faint, 
"  Why  tarries  he  ?"  I  cry  ; 
Let  not  my  Saviour  chide  my  haste, 
For  then  would  I  reply  : 

3  "May  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire 
His  own  sweet  land  to  see? 

May  not  a  captive  seek  release, 
A  prisoner  to  be  free  ? 


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4  "  A  child,  when  far  away,  may  long 
For  home  and  kindred  dear; 

And  she,  that  waits  her  absent  lord, 
May  sigh  till  he  appear." 

5  Thus  would  I  see  thee  on  thy  throne. 
And  ill  can  brook  delay. 

Each  moment  listening  for  the  voice, 
"  Eise  up,  and  come  away  I" 


Tune — Molucca, 


3,  7s,  &  ' 


1  Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descend- 

ing! 
Hark  !  the  trump  of  God  is  blown. 
And,  th'  archangel's  voice  attending. 
Makes  the  high  procession  known  ; 

Sons  of  Adam ! 
Kise  and  stand  before  your  God  ! 

2  See  the  universe  in  motion. 
Sinking  on  her  funeral  pyre — 

Earth  dissolving,  and  the  ocean 
Vanishing  in  final  fire; 

Hark !  the  trumpet 
Loud  proclaims  that  day  of  ire! 

3  Lo  !  the  last,  long  separation, 
As  the  cleaving  clouds  divide  ; 

And  one  dread  adjudication 
Sends  each  soul  to  either  side  1 
Lord  of  mercy. 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide  ? 

4  Oh  may  thine  all  gracious  Spirit 
Now  avert  a  dreadful  doom, 

And  me  summon  to  inherit 
Thy  eternal,  blissful  home. 
Oh,  come  quickly ! 
Let  thy  second  advent  come. 


95 

1 


Tune — Munir.     Gs  &  5s,  or  lis. 


Time's  sun  is  fast  setting. 

Its  twilight  is  nigh, 
Its  evening  is  falling 

In  cloud  o'er  the  sky; 
Its  shadows  are  stretching 

In  ominous  gloom; 
Its  midnight  approaches, 

The  midnight  of  doom. 
Then  haste,  sinner,  haste,  there  is  mercy 

for  thee. 
And  wrath  is  preparing, — flee,  lingerer, 
flee!      ^    ^        ='  '       ==        ' 


2  The  vision  is  nearing, 

The  Judge'and  the  throne  I 
The  voice  of  the  angel 

Proclaims  "  It  is  done." 
On  whirl  of  the  tempest 

Its  ruler  shall  come. 
The  blaze  of  his  glory 

riash  out  from  its  gloom; 
Then  haste,  sinner,  haste,  there  is  mercy 

for  thee. 
And  wrath  is  preparing, — flee,  lingerer 
flee! 

3  With  clouds  he  is  coming ! 

His  people  shall  sing, 
"With  gladness  they  hail  him 

Redeemer  and  King. 
The  iron  rod  wielding, 

The  rod  of  his  ire. 
He  Cometh  to  kindle 
Earth's  last  fatal  fire  I 
Then  haste,  sinner,  haste,  there  is  mercy 

for  thee. 
And  wrath  is  preparing, — flee,  lingerer. 


96 


Tune—Wooclland.     8s,  Gs,  or  C.  P.  M. 


1  Descend,  O  sinner,  to  thy  woe  1 
Thy  day  of  hope  is  done; 

Light  shall  revisit  thee  no  more. 
Life  with  its  ,*anguine  dream  is  o'er, 
Love  reaches  not  yon  awful  shore ; 
For  ever  sets  thy  sun  ! 

2  Pass  down  to  the  eternal  dark  5 
Yet  not  for  rest  nor  sleep  ; 

Thine  is  the  everlasting  tomb. 
Thine  the  inexorable  doom. 
The  moonless,  raornless,  sunless  gloom. 
Where  souls  for  ever  weep. 

3  Thy  songs  are  at  an  end ;  thy  harp 
Shall  solace  thee  no  more; 

All  mirth  has  perish'd  on  thy  grave. 
The  melody  that  could  not  save 
Has  died  upon  death's  sullen  v/ave 
That  flung  thee  on  this  shore. 

4  Earth,  with  its  waves,  and  woods,  and 

winds, 

Its  stars,  and  suns,  and  streams, 
Its  joyous  air  and  gentle  skies, 
Fill'd  with  all  happy  melodies. 
Has  passed,  or,  with  dark  memories, 

Comes  back  in  torturin>;-  dreams. 


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5  No  river  of  forgetful ness, 
As  pcets  dream'd  and  sung, 

Kolls  3'onder  to  eflfiice  the  past, 
To  quench  the  sense  of  what  thou  wast, 
To  soothe  or  end  th}-  pain  at  last, 
Or  cool  thj-  burning  tongue. 

6  No  God  is  there ;  no  Christ;  for  he, 
Whose  word  on  earth  was  "Come," 

Hath  said,  "  Depart:"  go,  lost  one,  go. 
Heap  the  sad  harvest  thou  didst  sow, 
Join  yon  lost  angels  in  their  woe, 
Their  prison  is  thy  home. 

7  Depart,  O  sinner,  to  the  chain  I 
Enter  the  eternal  cell ; 

To  all  that's  good,  and  true,  and  right, 
To  all  that's  fond,  and  fair,  and  bright. 
To  all  of  holiness  and  light. 
Bid  thou  thy  last  farewell  I 

9'7'  Tune— Ganges.  L.  C.  M. 

1  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ! 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Til'  inexorable  throne. 

2  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  em 

A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But,  oh,  when  both  shall  end. 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days. 

With  fiends,  or  angels  spend? 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

4  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray. 
Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  stay. 

To  glorious  happiness; 
Oh  write  thy  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace  ! 

98  Time—Rolland.  L.  M. 

1  Beyond  the  hills  where  suns  go  down. 
And  brightly  beckon  as  they  go, 
•  I  see  the  land  of  fair  renown. 

The  land  which  I  so  soon  shall  know. 


2  Above  the  dissonance  of  time, 
And  discord  of  its  angry  words, 

I  hear  the  everlasting  chime, 
The  music  of  unjarring  chords. 

3  I  bid  it  welcome  ;  and  my  haste 
To  join  it  can  not  brook  delay; — 

0  song  of  morning,  come  at  last, 
And  ye  who  sing  it,  come  away ! 

4  O  song  of  light,  and  dawn,  and  bliss, 
Sound  over  earth,  and  fill  these  skies, 

Nor  ever,  ever,  ever  cease 
Thy  soul-entrancing  melodies. 

5  Glad  song  of  this  disburdened  earth, 
Which  holy  voices  then  shall  sing; 

Praise  for  Creation's  second  birth. 
And  glory  to  creation's  King  ! 

99  Tune—OrtoHviUe.  CM. 

1  Messiah  !  at  thy  glad  approach, 
The  howling  winds  are  still : 

Thj'  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste. 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains  at  thy  call, 
Their  sacred  stores  unlock  ; 

Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 
Upon  the  morning  gale: 

Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom. 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 
A  robe  of  beauty  wears ; 

And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 
Their  loud  hosannas  sing; 

With  halleluiahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hall  thy  King ! 

100  Tune— Devizes.  C.  M. 

1  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 
Star  of  the  coming  day  ! 

Arise,  and  with  thy  morning  beams 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away ! 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord  !  let  every  shore 
And  answering  island  sing 

The  praises  of  thy  royal  name. 
And  own  thee  as  their  King. 


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3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 
To  the  bright  world  above, 

Break  forth  in  rapturous  strains  of  joy, 
In  memory  of  thy  love. 

4  Lord  !  Lord,  thy  fair  creation  groans. 
The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 

In  unison  with  Christian  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

101  Time—Migdol.  L.  M. 

1  Oh,  what  a  bright  and  blessed  world 
This  groaning  earth  of  ours  shall  be, 

"When    from    his    throne   the    Tempter 
hurled. 
Shall  leave  it  all,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Come,  Saviour,  then,  o'er  all  below 
Shine  brightly  from  thy  throne  above; 

Bid  heaven  and  earth  thy  glory  know, 
And  all  creation  feel  thy  love. 

3  O  blessed  Lord,  with  longing  eyes 
That  blissful  hour  we  long  to  see; 

While  every  worm  and  leaf  supplies 
Proof  of  the  curse  and  calls  for  thee. 

102  Tune— Park.  8s  A  7s. 

1  Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 
Of  fair  Zion's  glory  dawn  ? 

Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming 
Yet  upon  thy  pathway  shone  ? 

Pilgrim,  yes,  arise,  look  round  thee, 
Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies; 

Gird  thy  bridal  robes  around  thee. 
Morning  dawns,  arise,  arise  1 

2  Watchman,  see,  the  light  is  beaming. 
Brighter  still  upon  the  way; 

Signs  through  all  the  earth  are  gleam- 
ing- 

Omens  of  the  coming  day 
When  the  Jubal  trumpet  sounding, 

Shall  awake  from  earth  and  sea. 
And  the  saints  of  God  now  sleeping, 

Clad  in  immortality. 

3  Watchman,  hail,  the  light  ascending. 
Of  the  grand  Sabl)atic  year; 

All  with  voices  loud  proclaiming 
That  the  kingdom's  very  near: 

Pilgrim,  yes,  I  see  just  yonder, 
Canaan's  glorious  heights  arise, 

Salem,  too,  appears  in  grandeur, 
Towering  'neath  its  sun-lit  skies. 


103  Tune — Autumn  8s  &  7a. 

1  See  you  blaze  of  earthly  splendor. 
Sunlight,  starlight  blent  in  one  ; 

Starlight  set  in  arctic  azure, 

Suniigiit  from  the  burning  zone  I 

Gold  and  silver,  gems  and  marble, 
All  creation's  jewelry ; 

Earth's  uncovered  waste  of  riches. 
Treasures  of  the  ancient  sea. 

2  What  to  that  for  which  we're  waiting 
Is  this  glittering  earthly  toy  ? 

Heavenly  glory,  holy  splendor. 
Sum  of  grandeur,  sum  of  joj'. 

Not  the  gems  that  time  can  tarnish, 
Not  the  hues  that  dim  and  die. 

Not  the  glow  that  cheats  the  lover, 
Shaded  with  mortality. 

3  Not  the  light  that  leaves  us  darker; 
Not  the  gleams  that  come  and  go  ; 

Not  the  mirth  whose  end  is  madness; 

Not  the  joy  whose  fruit  is  woe  ; 
Not  the  notes  that  die  at  sunset; 

Not  the  fashion  of  a  day  ; 
But  the  everlasting  beauty, 

And  the  endless  melody. 

4  City  of  the  pearl-bright  portal  ; 
City  of  the  jasper  wall  ; 

City  of  the  golden  pavement; 

Seat  of  endless  festival: 
City  of  Jehovah,  Salem, 

City  of  eternity, 
To  thy  bridal  hall  of  gladness, 

From  this  prison  would  I  flee. 

5  Ah,  with  such  strange  spells  around 

me. 

Fairest  of  what  earth  calls  fair, 
How  I  need  thy  fairer  image, 

To  undo  the  syren  snare ! 
Lest  the  subtle  serpent-tempter 

Lure  me  with  his  radiant  lie; 
As  if  sin  were  sin  no  longer, 

Life  were  no  more  vanity. 

6  Soon  where  earthly  beauty  blinds  not, 
No  excess  of  brilliance  palls, 

Salem,  city  of  the  holy, 

We  shall  be  within  thy  walls  ! 

There  beside  j'on  crystal  river, 

There  beneath  life's  wondrous  tree. 

There  with  naught  to  cloud  or  sever, 
Ever  with  the  Lamb  to  be. 


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104 


Time— Enfield. 


C.  M.  D. 


1  That  city  with  the  jewel'd  crest, 
Liiie  some  new-lighted  sun  ; 

A  blaze  of  burning  amethyst, 
Ten  thousand  orbs  in  one; — 

2  That  is  the  city  of  the  saints, 
Where  we  so  soon  shall  stand, 

When  we  shall  strike  these  desert-tents, 
And  quit  this  desert-sand. 

3  These  are  the  everlasting  hills. 
With  summits  bathed  in  day, 

The  slopes  down  which  the  living  rills. 
Soft-lapsing,  take  their  way. 

4  Fair  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam 
Brightens  time's  saddest  hue; 

Far  fairer  than  the  fairest  dream, 
And  yet  so  strangely  true  ! 

5  Come  crown  and  throne,  come  robe 

and  palm, 
Burst  forth  glad  stream  of  peace! 
Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb  ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  Righteousness! 

6  When  shall  the  clouds  that  veil  thy 

rays 
For  ever  be  withdrawn  ? 
Wliy  dost  thou  tarry,  day  of  days  ? 
When  shall  thy  gladness  dawn? 


105 


Tune — Beethoven, 


L.  M. 


1  Peace  !    Earth's  last  battle  has  been 

won : 

Its  days  of  conflict  now  are  o'er; 

The  Prince  of  peace  ascends  the  throne. 

And  war  has   ceased  from  shore  to 

shore. 

2  Rest !  the  world's  day  of  toil  is  past; 
Each  storm  is  hushed  above,  below. 

Creation's  joy  has  come  at  last, 
Alter  six  thousand  years  of  woe. 

3  Messiah    reigns !    earth's    King    has 

come ! 
Its  diadems  are  on  his  brow. 
Its  rebel  kingdoms  have  become 
His  everlasting  kingdom  now. 


4  This  earth  again  is  Paradise  ; 

The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose; 
Clothed  in  its  robes  of  bridal  bliss, 

Creation  has  forgot  its  woes. 

108  Tune—Bathhun.  8s  &  73. 

1  What  a  world,  with  all  its  sorrows  ! 
What  a  scene,  would  it  but  stay  ; 

What  an  earth,  if  all  its  morrows 
Were  as  fair  as  this  "to-day  !" 

2  When  the  streamlet,  smiling  gladly, 
Hurries  calmly,  brightly  by, 

Not  a  voice  around  speaks  sadly, 
Not  a  murmur  nor  a  sigh. 

3  Nature  all  its  gay  adorning 
Opens  to  the  day's  bright  bliss. 

Like  a  child  at  early  morning, 
Wakened  by  its  mother's  kiss. 

4  What  a  world  when  all  its  sorrow 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ! 

"What  an   earth!  when  each  "to-mor- 
row " 
Shall  be  fairer  than  "  to-day." 


107 


Tune — OaJ:. 


CS&48. 


1  Soon  this  corruptible 
Shall,  from  the  tomb, 

Rise  incorruptible, 

Leaving  the  gloom. 
Soon  shall  this  mortal  frame 
Spring  from  its  bed  of  shame, 

When  Christ  hath  come. 

2  Bright  morn  of  morns  to  me, 
When  I  arise. 

Leaving  the  grave  behind  ; 

When  these  dull  eyes 
Shall  my  Redeemer  see 
In  immortality. 

In  yonder  skies  ! 

3  Then  shall  the  glorious  hopo 
Come  from  on  high  ; 

Death  shall  be  swallowed  up 

In  victory. 
Then  shall  we  gladly  sing, 
Death,  where  is  now  thy  sting  ? 

Thy  victory  ? 


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4  Grave,  where  thy  triumph  now, 
Thy  victory  ? 

Where  are  thy  captives  now? 

Set  free,  set  free  ! 
Torn  from  thy  grasp  are  they, 
Phick'd  from  thy  power  away, 

Set  free,  set  free  ! 

5  Thanks  then  to  God  our  Lord, 
Thanks  ever  be  ! 

Praises  to  Christ  our  Lord 

For  ever  be ! 
Who,  o'er  the  mortal  gloom, 
Who,  o'er  the  hateful  tomb, 

Gives  victory ! 

108  Tune — Somervale.  7s  &  Gs. 

1  Bathed  in  unfallen  sunlight, 
Itself  a  sun-born  gem, 

Fair  gleams  the  glorious  city. 
The  new  Jerusalem  ! 

2  Calm  in  her  queenly  glory, 
She  sits,  all  joy  and  light; 

Pure  in  her  bridal  beauty, 
Her  raiment  festal-white ! 

3  Shading  her  golden  pavement 
The  tree  of  life  is  seen. 

Its  fruit-rich  branches  waving. 
Celestial  evergreen. 

4  Fresh  from  the  throne  of  Godhead, 
Bright  in  its  crystal  gleam, 

Bursts  out  the  living  fountain, 
Swells  on  the  living  stream. 

5  Stream  of  true  life  and  gladness, 
Spring  of  all  health  and  peace; 

No  harps  by  thee  hang  silent, 
Nor  happy  voices  cease. 

6  Kiver  of  God,  I  greet  thee, 
Not  now  afar,  but  near; 

My  soul  to  thy  still  waters 
Hastes  in  its  thirsiings  here. 


Tune — Beantifnl  Zion, 


109 

1  Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  Jove, 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple, — God  its  light  1 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 


2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light. 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white. 
Beautiful  strains,  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir  I 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet. 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow. 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransom'd  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  ! 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet; 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ,  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing. 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see: 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 

HO  Tune— Ferguson.  S.  M. 

1  Above  the  starry  spheres. 
To  where  he  was  before, 

Christ  had  gone  up,  the  Father's  gift 
Upon  the  Church  to  pour. 

2  At  length  had  fully  come, 
On  mystic  circle  borne 

Of  seven  times  seven  revolving  days, 
The  Pentecostal  morn : 

3  When,  as  the  Apostles  knelt 
At  the  third  hour  in  prayer, 

A  sudden  rushing  sound  proclaimed 
That  God  himself  was  there. 

4  Forthwith  a  tongue  of  fire 
Is  seen  on  every  brow, 

Each  heart  receives  the  Father's  light, 
The  Word's  enkindling  glow; 

5  The  Holy  Ghost  on  all 
Is  mightily  outpoured, 

Who  straight  in  divers  tongues  declare 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord. 

Ill  Time— Woodland.  C.  M. 

1  He   came!    he   came!    that   mighty 
Breath 

From  heaven's  eternal  shores: 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 

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2  Earth    quakes    before    that    rushing 

blast, 
Ileaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  upper  room  around. 

3  One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 
O'er  all  with  dread  desire. 

Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  each 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

4  What  gifts  he  gave  those  chosen  men 
Past  ages  may  display  ; 

Nay,  more  :  their  vigor  still  inspires 
The  weakness  of  to-day. 

5  The  Spirit  came  into  the  Church 
With  an  unfailing  power; 

He  is  the  living  heart  that  beats 
Within  her  at  this  hour. 

6  Speak   gently,   then,   of  Church   and 

saints, 
Lest  you  His  ways  reprove. 
The  heart,  the  pulses  of  the  Church 
Are  God's  eternal  love. 


112 


Time — Gerar. 


S.  M 


1  The  Holy  Ghost  is  here, 
Where  saints  in  prayer  agree, 

As  .Jesus'  parting  gift  he's  near 
Each  pleading  company, 

2  Not  far  away  is  he. 

To  be  by  prayer  brought  nigh, 
But  here  in  present  majesty. 
As  in  his  courts  on  high. 

3  He  dwells  within  our  soul. 
An  ever  welcome  guest ; 

He  reigns  with  absolute  control, 
As  Monarch  in  the  breast. 

4  Our  bodies  are  his  shrine, 
And  he  th'  indwelling  Lord; 

All  hail,  thou  Comforter  divine, 
Be  evermore  adored  ! 

5  Obedient  to  thy  will, 

We  wait  to  feel  thy  power; 
O  Lord  of  life,  our  hopes  fulfill. 
And  bless  this  hallow'd  hour. 


113 


Tune — Sweet  Sour  of  Prayer.    L.  M.  D. 


1  We  are  not  left  to  walk  alone. 
The  spirit  of  our  God  hath  come, 
Forever  with  us  to  abide. 

Our  Teacher,  Comforter,  and  Guide. 
Thus,  with  his  gracious  presence  blest. 
We  press  toward  our  heavenly  rest; 
Hasting  the  dreary  desert  through, 
With  our  eternal  home  in  view. 

2  Jesus,  the  Father's  only  Son, 
Jesus,  his  own  beloved  One, 
Jesus,  now  seated  at  his  side. 

Hath  claimed  us  for  his  own,  his  bride. 
Of  him  and 'his  the  Spirit  tells, 
Upon  his  love  he  sweetly  dwells; 
And,  while  we  listen  to  his  voice, 
We  wonder,  worship,  and  rejoice. 

3  He  teaches  us  the  Father's  grace, 
Ileveals  to  us  the  Saviour's  face. 
And  doth  to  all  our  hearts  declare 
The  glory  it  is  ours  to  share. 

Our  every  sorrow  be  forgot, 
The  joys  of  earth  be  heeded  not ; 
The  Comforter  is  come,  and  we 
Shall  soon  with  our  Beloved  bo. 

114  Tuue—Momon.  C.  M. 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 
His  tender  last  farewell, 

A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
Within  our  hearts  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 

All-powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
And  yet  as  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  a  gracious,  willing  guest, 
His  graces  to  impart. 

While  he  can  find  wherein  to  rest 
One  humble,  willing  heart. 

4  He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear. 
Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 

That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each 
fear. 
And  speaks  to  us  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 
And  every  victory  won, 

And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his,  and  his  alone. 


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6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 
Our  weakness,  pitying,  see; 

Oh,  keep  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  make  them  worthier  thee. 


115 


Tune — Norwich. 


1  Holy  Spirit,  in  my  breast 
Grant  that  lively  faith  may  rest, 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thought 
To  believe  what  thou  hast  taught. 

2  When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still, 
And  with  hope  my  bosom  fill. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind 
Thought  and  wish  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind — remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  love. 

4  Faith,  and  hope,  and  charity — 
Paraclete,  proceed  from  thee  ; 
Thou,  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
These  thy  gifts  to  us  impart : 

5  Till  our  faith  be  lost  in  sight, 
Hope  be  swallowed  in  delight, 
And  love  return  to  dwell  with  thee 
Through  a  blest  eternity  ! 


116 


Tune — Claremont, 


U.  M, 


1  God  the  Creator  blessed 
The  Sabbath  of  his  rest ; 

His  six  days'  vv^ork  had  brought 

The  universe  from  naught ; 
The  heavens  and  earth  above  him  stood. 
Ho  saw    them   and    pronounced   them 
good. 

2  God  the  Kedeemer  blessed 
The  Sabbath  of  his  rest, 
"When,  all  his  sutfering  done. 
The  cross's  victory  won, 

In  Joseph's  sepulchre  he  lay, 
Then  rising  made  a  holier  day. 

3  And  God  the  Spirit  blessed 
That  Christian  day  of  rest, 
When  met  with  one  accord. 
The  servants  of  the  Lord  ; 

To  whom  the  Father's  promise  came. 
Like  rushin<i  wind  and  livino-  flame. 


4  The  Church  below  hath  blessed 
Her  own  sweet  day  of  rest, 
When  in  her  spousal  dress 
Of  blood-bought  righteousness, 

Her  happy  spirit  can  rejoice 

To    hear    her    heavenly   Bridegroom's 
voice. 

IIT  Tu>ie — Vandevender.  78  &  Ca. 

1  O  day  of  rest  and  gladness — 
Of  sacred  joy  and  light ! 

0  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 
Most  beautiful,  most  bright  I 

On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 
Bending  before  thy  throne. 

Sing  "  Ho\v,  Hoi}',  Holy," 
To  the  great  Three  in  One. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 
The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 

On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth. 

On  thee,  the  Lord  victorious 
The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven, 

And  thus  on  thee  most  glorious 
A  triple  light  was  poured. 

3  Thou  art  a  port  protected 
From  storms  that  round  us  rise ; 

A  garden  intersected 

With  streams  of  Paradise. 
Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  dry,  dreary  sand  ; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  our  promised  land. 

4  Thou  art  a  holy  ladder 
Where  angels  go  and  come ; 

Each  Sunday  finds  us  gladder. 
And  nearer  heaven,  our  home. 

A  day  of  sweet  refection, 
Thou  art  a  day  of  love, 

A  day  of  resurrection 
From  earth  to  things  above. 

5  To-day  on  weary  nations 
The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 

To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls  ; 
Wiiere  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


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6  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this,  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

For  spirits  of  the  blest. 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One  I 

118  Tune—Jazer.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night; 

There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
"When  sinks  the  beams  of  liglit. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 
"When  human  strength  gives  way ; 

There  is  a  love  that  never  fails. 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs  ; 
That  arm  upholds  the  sky; 

That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can 

wield 
When  mortal  aid  is  vain. 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach. 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on 

high, 
Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne  ; 
And  moves  the  hand,  which  moves  the 

world. 
To  bring  salvation  down  I 

119  Tune— China.  C.  M 

1  God  of  all  grace,  we  bring  to  thee 
A  bi'oken,  contrite  heart ; 

Give,  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  part. 

2  Give  deep  humility;  the  sense 
Of  godly  sorrow  give; 

A  strong,  desiring  confidence 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live ; — • 

3  Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 
That  can  for  sin  atone  ; 

To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone; — 


4  Patience  to    watch,    and    wait,    and 
weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 

And  trust  thee  though  thou  slay. 

120  TuHe—Siloam.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  no  sorrow.  Lord,  too  light 
To  bring  in  prayer  to  thee  ; 

There  is  no  anxious  care  too  slight 
To  wake  thy  sympathy. 

2  Thou  who  hast  trod  the  thorny  road 
Wilt  share  each  small -distress  : 

The  love  which  bore  the  greater  load 
Will  not  refuse  the  less. 

121  Tune—Mendehraa.  7a  &  Ca. 

1  The  Church's  one  foundation 
Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord; 

She  is  his  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  word : 
From  heaven  he  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  his  holy  Bride, 
With  his  own  blood  he  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  he  died, 

2  Elect  from  every  nation. 
Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth; 

One  holy  name  she  blesses, 
Partakes  one  holy  food. 

And  to  one  hope  she  presses 
With  every  grace  endued. 

3  Though  with  a  scornful  wonder 
Men  see  her  sore  opprest. 

By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distrest, 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long  ?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  mora  of  song. 

4  Mid  toil,  and  tribulation, 
And  tumult  of  her  war, 

She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest. 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 


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122 


Tune — ZebiiJon. 


n.  M. 


1  One  sole  baptismal  sisjn, 

One  Lord,  bolow,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine, 
One  only  v/atchword — Love  ; 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne  ; 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 
Redeemer,  Lord  alone : 
And    sighs    from    contrite    hearts    that 

spring, 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  oflfering. 

3  Head  of  thy  church  beneath, 

The  Catholic,  the  true. 
On  all  her  members  breathe; 
Iler  broken  frame  renew: 
Then  shall  thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


123 


Titne — Stephens. 


1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 

In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  thus  fulfill  his  word  : — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh. 
And  with  him  bear  a  part; 

When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart : — 

3  When,   free   from   envy,   scorn,   and 

pride. 
Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  : — • 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 
Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

124  T((He—3rcar.  C.  M. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 

Our  Friend,  our  Brother  now. 


2  The  Clip  of  blessing  which  we  bless, 
Tile  heuvonly  bread  we  brealc. 

Our  Saviour's  blood  and  righteousness, 
Freely  with  us  partake. 

3  In  weal  or  woe,  in  joy  or  care, 
Thy  portion  shall  be  ours; 

Christians  their  mutual  burden  share, 
Tiiey  lend  their  mutual  powers. 

4  Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good, 
As  God  to  us  hath  done. 

Stand  but  in  him,  as  those  have  stood, 
Wliose  faith  the  victory  won. 

5  And  when  by  turns  we  pass  away, 
As  star  by  star  grows  dim, 

Each  shall,  translated  into  day. 
Be  lost  and  found  in  him. 


125 


Tune — Coventry. 


CM. 


1  Fountain  of  good,  to  own  thy  love 
Our  thankful  hearts  incline; 

What  can  we  render.  Lord,  to  thee. 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 

3  But  thou  hast  needy  brethren  here, 

Partakers  of  thy  grace, 
Whose  names  thou  wilt  thyself  confess 

Before  the  Father's  face. 

3  And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
Thj'  pleading  voice  is  heard, 

In  them  thou  mays' t  be  clothed,  and  fed. 
And  visited,  and  cheered. 

4  Thy   face   with   reverence  and  with 

love, 
We  in  thy  poor  would  see ; 

0  may  we  minister  to  them. 
And  in  them,  Lord,  to  thee. 

126  Tune— St.  Thomas.  S.  M. 

1  O  praise  our  God  to-day, 
His  constant  mercy  bless, 

Whose  love  has  helped  us  on  our  way, 
And  granted  us  success. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 
Our  daily  toil  to  bear; 

His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 


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i  O  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  oui)  of  woe 

Qy  deeds  of  lioly  love! 

4  Lord,  may  it  be  our  choice 
This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 

"  Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

5  God  of  the  widow,  hear! 
Our  work  of  mercy  bless  ; 

God  of  the  fatherlesss,  be  near, 
And  grant  us  good  success. 


127 


Tune — Mnnon. 


1  We  give  thee  but  thine  own, 
"Whate'er  the  gift  may  be: 

All  that  we  have  is  thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Oh !  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead. 
And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 

And   lambs,  for  whom    the   Shepherd 
bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

3  To  comfort  and  to  bless. 
To  lind  a  balm  for  woe. 

To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless  ; 

Is  saintly  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 
To  God  the  lost  to  bring. 

To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

5  And  we  believe  thy  word, 
Tlio'  dim  our  faith  maj'  be; 

Whate'er  for  tiiiue  we  do,  0  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  thee. 


128  Tune— Pari:.  83  &  7s. 

1  Lord  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  thy  life-blood  as  the  price. 
Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones 

That  tremendous  sacrifice, 
And  with  that  hast  freely  given 

Blessings  countless  as  the  sand 
To  the  unthankful  and  the  evil. 

With  thine  own  unsparing  hand  ; — 


2  Grant  us  hearts,  dear  Lord,   to  yield 

thee 

Gladly,  freely  of  thine  own  ; 
With  the  sunshine  of  thy  goodness 

Melt  our  thanlcless  hearts  of  stone; 
Till  our  cold  and  selfish  natures, 

Warmed  by  thee,  at  length  believe 
That  more  happy  and  more  blessed 

'Tis  to  give  than  to  receive. 

3  Wondrous  honor  hast  thou  given 
To  our  humblest  charity. 

In  thine  own  mysterious  sentence, 
"  Ye  have  done  it  unto  me." 

Can  it  be,  O  gracious  Master, 
Thou  dost  deign  for  alms  to  sue, 

Saying  by  thy  poor  and  needy, 
"Give  as  I  have  given  to  you?" 

4  Yes  :  the  sorrow  and  the  suffering. 
Which  on  every  hand  we  see. 

Channels  are  for  tithes  and  offerings 
Due  by  solemn  right  to  thee  ; 

Right  of  which  we  may  not  rob  thee, 
Debt  we  may  not  choose  but  pay, 

Lest  that  face  of  love  and  pity 
Turn  from  us  another  day. 

129  Tune—Berh.  lOs. 

1  Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name  we 

raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of 

praise; 
We  stand  to  bless  thee  ere  our  worship 

cease. 
Then,  lowly  bowing,  wait  thy  word  of 

peace. 

2  Grant  us  thy  peace  upon  our  homo- 

ward  way ; 
With  thee  began,  with  thee  shall  end 

the  day ; 
Guard  thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts 

from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon 

thy  name. 

3  Grant  us  thy  peace.  Lord,  thro'  the 

coming  night. 

Turn  thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light; 

From  harm  and  danger  keep  thy  chil- 
dren free, 

For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to 
thee. 


3S 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


4  Grant  us  thy  peace  throughout  our 
earthly  life, 

Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in 
strife ; 

Then,  when  thy  voice  shall  bid  our  con- 
flict cease, 

Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  thine  eternal  peace. 

130  Time—Ushon.  S.  M. 

1  Lord,  at  this  closing  hour, 
Establish  ever}'  heart 

Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give; 
Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love ; 

In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
And  seek  our  rest  above. 

3  Through  changes,  bright  or  drear, 
"We  would  thy  will  pursue; 

And  toil  to  spread  thy  kingdom  here. 
Till  we  its  glory  view. 

4  To  God.  the  only  wise, 
In  every  age  adored, 

Let  glory  from  the  church  arise 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

X31  Tune — America.  6s  &  4s. 

1  Thou;  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard. 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray 

Let  there  be  light  I 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight. 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind. 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light  I 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love. 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  fliglit; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face. 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 


4  Blessed  and  holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Grace,  love,  and  might ; 
Boundless  a.s  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

Let  there  be  light  1 


132 


Tune — I  do  Believe. 


D.  C.  ?I. 


1  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain, 

His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar; 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 
Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below 

He  follows  in  his  train. 

2  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye, 
Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 

Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky. 

And  called  on  him  to  save. 
Like  him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue. 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain. 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong — 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 

3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 
On  whom  the  Spirit  came. 

Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they 
knew 
And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 
They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel. 

The  lion's  gory  mane, 
They  bowed  their  necks',  the  death  to 
feel— 
Who  follows  in  their  train  ? 

4  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys. 
The  matron  and  the  maid. 

Around  the  Saviour's  throne  rejoice. 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 
They  climb'dthe  steep  ascent  of  heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain  ; 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 

To  follow  in  their  train. 


133 


Tune —  Lexington, 


7s  &  Cg. 


I  The  Shepherd  now  was  smitten  ; 

The  wolf  was  ravening  near. 
The  scattered  flock  he  threatened. 

But  knew  not  whose  they  were. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


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2  In  zealous  fury  seeking 
To  hind  and  crucify, 

A  sudden  voice  withheld  him, 
A  loud  and  startling  cry  : — 

3  "Saul!  Saul  I  why  blindly  daring 
To  persecute  thy  Lord  ? 

'Tis  Jesus  whom  thou  hatest, 
Rebel  not  at  my  word." 

4  Then  forth  in  prayer  he  stretcheth 
Those  hands  prepared  to  slay  ; 

"  What  wouldst  thou  with  thy  servant? 
My  Lord  and  Saviour,  say." 

5  Christ's  foe  becomes  his  soldier, 
The  wolf  destroys  no  more, 

A  sheep  within  the  sheepfold, 
He  enters  by  the  door. 


134 


Tune — Unam. 


3,  7s,  &  • 


1  'Gainst  what  foeman  art  thou  rush- 

ing, 
Saul,  what  madness  drives  thee  on  ? 
Innocents  in  fury  crushing, 
Children  of  the  sinless  One  : 
0,  how  shortly 
Shall  he  make  his  vengeance  known  ! 

2  See  the  Lord,  from  heaven  descend- 

ing, 
Smites  him,  blinds  him,  lays  him  low ; 
See  the  persecutor  bending 
Humbly,  meekly  to  the  blow: 

See  him  rising, 
Friend  to  Christ,  no  longer  foe. 

3  Breathing  slaughter,  chains  prepar- 

ing, 
O,  how  fierce  his  anger  burned  ; 
Trembling  now,  and  lost  his  daring. 
Meek  obedience  he  has  learned  ; 

The  destroyer. 
Now  into  a  lamb  is  turned. 

4  Christ,  thy  power  is  man's  salvation, 
Hardest  hearts  thou  mak'st  thine  own. 

He  who  wrought  such  desolation. 

That  thy  name  might  be  o'erthrown, 

Now  converted. 
Thro'    the    world   that   name   makes 
known. 


135 


Tune — Stand  up  for  Jesus.         7s  &  6s. 


1  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  1 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 

Lift  high  his  royal  banner. 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished. 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
The  trumpet  call  obey; 

Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 
In  this  his  glorious  day  : 

"  Ye  that  are  men  now  serve  him," 
Against  unnumbered  foes ; 

Your  courage  rise  with  danger. 
And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesuo ! 
Stand  in  his  strength  alone; 

The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 
Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 

Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 
And,  watching  unto  prayer, 

Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 
Be  never  wanting  there  1 

4  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  strife  will  not  be  long; 

This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 
The  next  the  victor's  song: 

To  him  that  overcometh 
A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 

He  with  the  King  of  Glory 
Shall  reign  eternally  I 


136 


Tune — Benevento. 


7s,  8  linos. 


1  Sounds  the  trumpet  from  afar  1 
Soldiers  of  the  holy  war, 

Rise;   for  you,  your  Captain  waits; 
Rise,  the  foe  is  at  the  gates. 
Arm  !  the  conflict  has  begun  ; 
Fight !  the  battle  must  be  won  ; 
Lift  the  banner  to  the  sky, 
Wave  its  blazing  folds  on  high. 

2  Banner  of  the  blessed  tree, — • 
Round  its  glory  gather  ye! 
Warriors  of  the  crown  and  cross, 
What  is  earthly  gain  or  loss  ? 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


Life  with  death,  and  death  with  life 
Closes  now  in  deadly  strife; 
Help  us  with  thy  shield  and  sword, 
King  and  Captain,  mighty  Lord  ! 

3  King  of  glory  thou  alone  ! 
King  of  kings,  thy  name  we  own  I 
With  thy  banner  overhead, 
Not  ten  thousand  foes  we  dread. 
More  than  conquerors  even  now, 
With  the  war-sweat  on  our  brow, 
Onward  o'er  the  well-marked  road, 
March  we  as  the  host  of  God. 


Toil   on,   faint  not, 
pray  ; 


vcep  watch  and 


131^ 


Time — Evan. 


CM. 


1  God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
Most  strange  in  all  its  ways. 

And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

2  Thrice  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 
The  instinct  that  can  tell 

That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  Workman  of  God !  oh,  lose  not  heart. 
But  learn  what  God  is  like; 

And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

4  And  blest  is  he  who  can  divine 
Where  real  right  doth  lie, 

And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong,  to  man's  blindfold  eye! 

138 


Tune — Anvern, 


L.  M. 


1  Go  labor  on  ;  spend,  and  be  spent, — 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  wili ; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went. 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 
Thy  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  ; 

Men   heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee 
not ; 
The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go  labor  on,  while  it  is  day. 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening 
on  ; 
Speed,  speed  thy  work,  cast  sloth  away: 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 


Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway, 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  ccime  in. 

5  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  bridegroom's 
voice, 

The  midnight  peal,  "behold  I  come  !" 


139 


Tune — Bavaria, 


"  Call     them     in  " — the     poor,     the 
wretclied. 

Sin-stained  wanderers  from  the  fold  ; 
Peace  and  pardon  freely  ofter; 

Can  you  weigh  their  worth  with  gold  ? 
"  Call  them  in  " — the  weak,  the  weary, 

Laden  with  the  doom  of  sin  ; 
Bid  them  come  and  rest  in  Jesus ; 

He  is  waiting — ''  call  them  in." 

2  "  Call  them  in" — the  Jew,  the  Gen- 

tile ; 

Bid  the  stranger  to  the  feast : 
"  Call  them  in  " — the  rich,  the  noble, 

From  the  highest  to  the  least. 
Forth  the  Father  runs  to  meet  them, 

He  hath  all  their  sorrows  seen ; 
Robe,  and  ring,  and  royal  sandals 

Wait  the  lost  ones — "  call  them  in." 

3  "  Call  them  in  " — the  broken  hearted. 
Cowering  'neath  the  brand  of  shame; 

Speak  love's  message  low  and  tender, 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  came. 

See,  the  shadows  lengthen  round  us, 
Soon  the  day-dawn  will  begin  ; 

Can  you  leave  them  lost  and  lonely? 
Christ  is  coming — "call  them  in." 


140 


Tune — Little  Marlborozyh .  S.  ]\I. 


1  How  solemn  are  the  words, 
And  yet  to  faith  how  plain. 

Which  Jesus  uttered  while  on  earth — 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again.'* 

2  "Ye  must  be  born  again  !" 
For  so  hath  G'jd  decreed  : 

No  reformation  will  sufiice — 
'Tis  life  poor  sinners  need. 


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3  "  Ye  must  be  born  again  !" 
And  life  in  Christ  must  have  : 

In  vain  the  soul  elsewhere  may  go — 
'Tis  he  alone  can  save. 

4  "  Ye  must  be  born  again  !" 
Or  never  enter  heaven  ; 

'Tis  only  blood-washed  ones  are  there- 
The  ransomed  and  forgiven. 


141 


Tune — Lisbon. 


S.  M 


1  Father  of  mercies,  hear, 
On  us  look  Icindly  down  ; 

Our  hutnl)le  labors  deign  to  cheer, 
And  with  thy  favor  crown. 

2  In  youthful  hearts  the  seed 
Of  sacred  truth  we  sow  ; 

Now,  Lord,  the  blessing  that  we  need, 
llichly  do  thou  bestow. 

3  That  seed  will  buried  lie. 
Till  thou  the  increase  give ; 

Yet,  then,  although  it  seem  to  die, 
It  shall  revive  and  live. 

4  0  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Siiine  in  each  youthful  heart; 

Thine  influence  on  their  souls  impress. 
And  grace  divine  impart. 

5  Then,  thougli  the  sower  weep, 
Ere  long  with  thankful  voice, 

Both  they  who  sow  and  they  who  reap, 
Together  shall  rejoice. 

6  Thou  dost  the  seed  prepare, 
And  make  it  spring  when  sown ; 

And  if  a  hundred-fold  it  bear, 
The  praise  is  all  thine  own. 


142 


Tune — PleijeVs  Hymn. 


1  God  of  union,  God  of  love. 
With  thy  sanctifying  power. 

From  the  realms  of  light  above, 
Bless  us  in  this  solemn  hour. 

2  Bless  our  tender  charge  ;  impart 
What  shall  most  to  thee  incline; 

0,  reclaim  each  wandering  heart, 
Seal  them  !  Seal  them  ever  thine. 


3  Bless  their  teachers,  grant  to  each 
All  our  great  employment  needs; 

Show  us  rightl}^  how  to  te;ich 
Not  by  word  alone,  but  deed. 

4  Make  us  faithful  to  tlie  end. 
While  our  duties  we  fulfill  ; 

And  the  promised  blessing  send, 
Like  the  dew  on  Hermon's  hill. 

143  Time— Lenox.  H.  M. 

1  Again  we  meet,  O  Lord, 
Again  we  fill  this  place, 

To  hear  thy  holy  word 

And  ask  thy  promised  grace; 
To  thank  thee  tor  the  gifts  we  share, 
The  children  of  thy  love  and  care. 

2  Grant  us  the  listening  ear, 
The  understanding  heart. 

The  mind  and  will  sincere, 

To  choose  the  better  part, — 
To  take  the  learner's  lowly  seat, 
And  gather  wisdom  at  thy  feet. 

3  Through  this,  and  every  day. 
Teach  us  thy  paths  to  tread ; 

Nor  let  our  feet  astray 

By  Satan's  wiles  be  led ; 
But  keep  us  in  the  narrow  road, — 
The  way  to  glory  and  to  God. 

144  Tune— Parle  Street.  L.  M. 

1  Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 

0  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore; 
We  meet  to  read  and  sing  and  pray; 
Be  with  us,  then,  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends, 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends ; 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear. 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more. 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar. 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains. 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  roigns. 

145  Tune—LaBan.  S.  M. 

1  How  serious  is  the  charge, 
To  train  the  infant  mind  ! 

'Tis  God  alone  must  give  the  heart 
To  such  a  work  inclined. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


2  May  we,  in  Christian  bonds, 
Tlic  Christian  name  adorn 

By  active  deeds  for  public  good, 
Nor  mind  the  sinner's  scorn. 

3  While  wicked  men  unite 
Our  j'outh  to  lead  aside, 

'Tis  ours  to  show  them  wisdom's  path, 
In  wisdom's  path  to  guide. 

4  Dependent,  Lord,  on  thee, 
Our  humble  means  to  bless, 

We  gladly  join  our  hearts  and  hands 
And  look  for  large  success. 


146 


Tune — Outside  (he  Gale. 


7s  &  6s . 


1  The  author  of  salvation. 
The  Saviour,  meek  and  mild, 

Once  took  a  lowly  station, — 

Became  a  little  child  ; 
In  infancy  a  stranger. 

How  mean  was  his  abodo, 
His  cradle  was  a  manger, 

Himself  the  Son  of  God. 

2  His  earthly  parents  found  him 
Submissive  day  by  day; 

So  meek  to  all  around  him, 

So  ready  to  obey  ; 
No  stain  of  sin  or  folly 

Could  ever  cloud  his  brow; 
His  heart,  so  pure  and  holy. 

With  love  would  ever  glow. 

3  And  when  his  foes  assail'd  him, 
He  sought  but  to  forgive  ; 

When  to  the  cross  they  nailed  him, 
He  died  that  they  might  live. 

This  bright  example  shows  us 
What  duties  to  fulfill; 

Oh,  let  it  now  arouse  us 
To  learn  and  do  his  will. 


147 


Tune — Bavaria. 


Ss  &  7s. 


1  Gracious  Saviour,  gentle  Shepherd, 
Little  ones  are  dear  to  thee ; 

Gathered  with  thine  arms,  and  carried 
In  thy  bosom  may  we  be; 

Sweetly,  fondly,  safely  tended. 
From  all  want  and  danger  free. 


2  Cleanse  our  hearts  from  sinful  folly 
In  the  stream  thy  love  supplied. 

Mingled  stream  of  blood  and  water. 
Flowing  from  thy  wounded  side; 

And  to  heavenly  pastures  lead  us 
Where  thine  own  still  waters  glide. 

3  Lot  thy  holy  word  instruct  us ; 
Fill  our  minds  with  heavenly  light; 

Let  thy  love  and  grace  constrain  us 
To  approve  whate'er  is  right. 

Take  thine  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it, 
And  so  prove  thy  burden  light. 


148 


Tune— Bethel. 


1  Little  children,  Jesus  calls  you, 
Listen  to  his  blessed  voice; 

Sinners  try  in  vain  to  shun  it. 
Christians  hail  it  and  rejoice. 

Come,  then,  children,  join  to  sing 
Glory  to  our  Saviour-King. 

2  Little  children,  come  to  Jesus; 
See  him  still  inviting  stand  : 

Hark!  he  bids  you  leave  destruction, 
Calls  you  to  the  better  land. 
Come,  then,  etc. 

3  Little  children,  look  to  Jesus, 
Look  to  Jesus,  look  and  live; 

Jesus  suffer'd  death  to  save  j-ou, 
Freest  pardon  he  will  give. 
Come,  then,  etc. 


149 


Tune — We  are  Coming. 


8g  &  fis. 


1  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  hear  thy  gentle  v(jice; 

We  would  be  thine  forever, 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 


We  are  coming,  we  are  coming. 
We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 
We  hear  thy  gentle  voice. 

2  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
To  meet  that  happy  band. 

And  sing  with  them  forever. 
And  in  thy  presence  stand. 

We  are  coming,  etc. 

To  meet  that  happy  band. 


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3  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
To  crown  thee  as  our  King, 

And  then  with  angels  ever 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 

We  are  coming,  etc. 

To  crown  thee  as  our  King, 

150  Time— Essex.  78,  6  lines. 

1  Jesus  bids  mo  seek  his  face; 
Lord,  I  come  to  ask  thj  grace; 
May  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Teach  me  to  obey  and  lov«. 
Unto  thee  I  fain  would  go, 
All  I  want  thou  canst  bestow. 

2  Thou  wilt  e'en  a  child  receive, 
Thou  wilt  all  my  sins  forgive: 
Oh,  dissolve  this  heart  of  stone, 
Make  me  thine,  and  thine  alone: 
Sin  is  present  with  me  still ; 
Disobedient  is  my  will. 

3  Sinful  thoughts  too  oft  prevail. 
Vain  desires  my  heart  assail ; 
Oh,  my  Saviour,  make  me  whole, 
Form  anew  my  inmost  soul ; 
Kindly  guard  me  every  day, 

He  my  everlasting  stay. 


151 


Tune — DaJerma. 


C.  M. 


1  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 
In  these  thy  youthful  days  ; 

He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow, 
And  listen  to  thy  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 
Seek  him  while  he  is  near; 

For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now, 
His  willing  servant  be  : 

Then,  when   thy   head   in   death   shall 
bow. 
He  will  remember  thee. 

4  Almighty  God,  our  hearts  incline 
Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear; 

Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine. 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. 


152 


Tune— Be  Kind  to  Ihy  Father.      lis  k  1 


1  Be  kind  to  thy  father;   for  when  thou 

wast  young 
Who  loved  tliee  so  fondly  as  he? 
He  caught    the  first    accents    that    fell 
from  thy  tongue. 
And  join'd  in  thy  innocent  glee. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray; 
His  footsteps  are  feeble, — once  fearless 
and  bold: 
Thy  father  is  passing  away. 

2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother ;  for,  lo !  on  her 

brow 
May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen ; 
Oh,  well  mayst  thou  cherish  and  com- 
fort her  now. 
For  loving  and  kind  she  hath  been. 
Remember  thy   mother;    for  thee   will 
she  pray 
As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath : 
With  accents  of  kindness,  then,  cheer 
her  lone  way, 
E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3  Be  kind  to  thy  brother:  his  heart  will 

have  dearth 
If  the  smiles  of  thy  joy  be  withdrawn; 
The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  the 
birth 
If  love  and  aflfection  be  gone. 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother,  wherever  you 
are; 
The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
An  ornament  purer  and  richer  by  far 
Than  pearls  from   the  depth  of  the 
sea. 

4  Be  kind  to  thy  sister ;  not  many  may 

know 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love ; 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms 
below 
The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
Thy  kindness  shall  bring  to  thee  many 
sweet  hours. 
And    blessings    thy    pathway    shall 
crown. 
Affection  shall  weave  thee  a  garlan'd  of 
flowers 
More   precious   than    wealth    or   ro- 
nown. 


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153 


Tune — Sunshine. 


6s  &  58 . 


1  Little  drops  of  water, 
Little  grains  of  sand, 

Make  the  mighty  ocean, 
And  the  beauteous  land ; 

2  And  the  little  moments, 
Humble  though  they  be, 

Slake  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 

3  So  our  little  errors 
Lead  the  soul  away 

From  the  paths  of  virtue 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 

4  Little  deeds  of  kindness, 
Little  words  of  love, 

Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 

5  Little  seeds  of  mercy. 
Sown  by  youthful  hands. 

Grow  to  bless  the  nations 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


154 


Tune — Home  beyond  the  Tide.        P.  51. 


1  We  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing; 

Homeward  bound  we  smoothly  glide: 
We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 


All  tbe  storms  will  soon  be  over. 

Then  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor; 

We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 

To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed 
Over  on  the  golden  shore; 

Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 

All  the  storms,  etc. 

3  Come  on  board,  oh,  ship  for  glory, 
Be  in  haste,  make  up  j-our  mind. 

For  our  vessel's  weighing  anchor, 
And  you  may  be  left  behind. 

All  the  storms,  etc. 


4  When  we  all  are  safely  anchor'd, 
We  will  shout  our  journey  o'er, 

Wc  will  walk  about  the  city 
And  will  sing  for  evermore. 
All  the  storms,  etc. 

155  Tune — Beauliful  River.  V.  M 

1  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river, 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod  : 

With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 

Chouus. 
Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river^ 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 

That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river. 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 
Yes,  we'll  gather,  etc. 

3  When  we  reach  the  shining  river. 
Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 

Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver. 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Yes,  we'll  gather,  etc. 

4  Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  : 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 
Yes,  we'll  gather,  etc. 


Tune— Webb. 


156 

1  When  his  salvation  bringing, 
To  Zion  Jesus  came. 

The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  his  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him; 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him. 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

2  And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 
His  love  for  children  still. 

Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 
We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 
Who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  cry  aloud,  "Hosanna 
To  David's  royal  Son." 


7s  &  6s. 


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45 


3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well,  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

157  Tune— Sweet  story.  P.M. 

1  I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  storv 

of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs 

to  his  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them 

then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed 

on  my  head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around 

me. 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  bis  kind 

look,  when  he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I 

may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to 

prepare, 
Por  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 

there, 
"  For    of    such   is   the    kingdom   of 

heaven." 

5  I  long  for  the  joys  of  that  glorious 

time. 
The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best, 
"When  the  dear  little  children  of  every 

clime, 
Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  be  blest. 

158  Tune — Cliildren  in  Heaven.  P.M. 

1  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand. 

Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band: 

Singing — Glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 
See  every  one  arraj'^ed, 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  can  not  fade : 

Singing — Glory,  glory. 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world 

above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair. 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, — 

How  came  those  children  there? 
Singing — Glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 
To  wash  away  their  sin. 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood. 
Behold  them  white  and  clean; 

Singing — Glory,  glory. 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


159 


Tune — Lisbon. 


S.  M, 


1  Lord  Jesus,  God  and  Man, 
For  love  of  men  a  child. 

The  very  God,  yet  born  on  earth 
Sinless  and  undefiled. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  God  and  Man, 
In  this  our  festal  day 

To  thee  for  precious  gifts  of  grace 
Thy  ransomed  people  pray, 

3  We  pray  for  childlike  hearts. 
For  gentle  holy  love, 

For  strength  to  do  thy  will  below 
As  angels  do  above. 

4  Wo  pray  for  simple  faith. 
For  hope  that  never  faints. 

For  true  communion  evermore 
With  all  thy  blessed  saints. 

5  On  friends  around  us  here 
0  let  thy  blessing  fall ; 

We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  well, 
But  thee  beyond  them  all. 

6  0  joy  to  live  for  thee! 
O  joy  in  thee  to  die  ! 

O  very  joy  of  joys  to  see 
Thy  face  eternally. 


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160  Time—Anvern.  L.  M. 

1  0,  day  by  clay,  each  Christian  child 
Has  much  to  do,  without,  within  ; 

A  death  to  die  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  weary  war  to  wage  with  sin. 

2  When     deep    within    our    swelling 

hearts 
The  thoughts  of  pride  and  anger  rise. 
When  bitter  words  are  on  our  tongues 
And  tears  of  passion  in  our  eyes  ; 

3  Then  we  may  stay  the  angry  blow, 
Then  we  may  check  the  hasty  word, 
Give  gentle  answers  back  again. 
And  light  a  battle  for  our  Lord. 

4  With  smiles  of  peace,  and  looks  of  love, 
Light  in  our  dwellings  we  may  make, 
Bid  kind  good  humor  brighten  there. 
And  do  all  still  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  There's  not  a  child  so  small  and  weak 
But  has  his  little  cross  to  take, 

His  litfcle  work  of  love  and  praise 
That  he  may  do  for  Jesus'  sake. 

l&X  Tune — MiKsionartj  Hymn.  78&Gs. 

1  Come,  sing  with  holy  gladness, 
High  alleluias  sing. 

Uplift  your  loud  hosannas 

To  Jesus,  Lord  and  King; 
Sing,  boys,  in  joyful  chorus 

Your  hjaiin  of  praise  to-day, 
And  sing,  ye  gentle  maidens. 

Your  sweet  responsive  lay. 

2  'Tis  good  for  boys  and  maidens 
Sweet  hymns  to  Christ  to  sing, 

'Tis  meet  that  children's  voices 
Should  praise  the  children's  King  ; 

For  Jesus  is  salvation, 

And  glory,  grace,  and  rest ; 

To  babe  and  boy  and  maiden 
The  one  Redeemer  blest. 

3  0  boys,  be  strong  in  Jesus, 
To  toil  for  him  is  gain. 

And  Jesus  wrought  with  Joseph, 
With  chisel,  saw,  and  plane; 

O  maidens,  live  for  Jesus, 
Who  was  a  maiden's  son  ; 

Be  patient,  pure,  and  gentle. 
And  perfect  grace  begun. 


4  Soon  in  the  golden  city 
Your  happy  feet  shall  stray. 

And  througli  the  dazzling  mansions 
llejoice  in  endless  day; 

0  Christ,  prepare  thy  children 
With  that  triumphant  throng 

To  pass  the  burnished  portals, 
And  sing  th'  eternal  song. 

162  Tune— Shining  Shore.  Ss  &  T-. 

1  There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth. 
No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, 

The  name,  before  his  wondrous  birth, 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour  given. 
Kefrain. 

We'love  to  sing  around  our  King, 
And  hail  him  blessed  Jesus  : 

For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 

2  His  human  name  they  did  proclaim. 
When  Abram's  son  they  sealed   him, 

The  name  that  still,  by  God's  good  will. 
Deliverer  revealed  him. 

3  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree. 
They  wrote  his  name  above  him. 

That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
For  evermore  must  love  him. 

4  So  now  upon  his  Father's  throne, 
Almighty  to  release  us. 

From  sin  and  pains,  he  gladly  reigns. 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 

163  Tune— Woodland.  C.  M. 

1  Now  condescend.  Almighty  King! 
To  bless  our  little  throng  ; 

And  kindly  listen  while  we  sing 
Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 
Our  lips  together  move  ; 

0  smile  upon  this  little  band, 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love. 

3  We  come  to  own  the  power  divine 
That  watches  o'er  our  days; 

For  this  our  feeble  voices  join, 
To  God  we  give  the  praise. 

4  May  we  in  safety  sleep  to-night, 
From  every  danger  free  ; 

For,  Lord,  the  darkness  and  the  light 
Are  both  alike  to  thee. 


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5  And  when  the  rising  sun  displays 
His  clieerful  beams  abroad: 

Then  shall  our  grateful  morning  lays 
Declare  the  love  of  God. 


164 


Tane— Calvary's  Utountain.        6a  &  i 


1  Now  the  day  is  over, 
Nii^ht  is  drawino;  nish, 

bliauows  ot  the  evening 

Steal  across  the  sky. 
Now  the  darkness  gathers, 

Stars  begin  to  peep, 
Birds,  and  beasts,  and  flowers 

Soon  will  be  asleep. 

2  Jesus,  give  the  weary 
Calm  and  sweet  repose, 

With  thy  tenderest  blessing 

May  our  eyelids  close. 
Grant  to  little  children 

Visions  bright  of  thee; 
Guard  the  sailors  tossing 

On  the  deep  blue  sea. 

3  Comfort  every  sufferer, 
Watching  late  in  pain; 

Those  who  plan  some  evil 

From  their  sin  restrain. 
Through  the  long  night  watches 

May  thine  angels  spread 
Their  white  wings  above  me, 

Watching  round  my  bed. 

165  Tune—Kentticlcy.  S.  M. 

1  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace. 
In  mercy  now  appear, 

We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face. 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Our  children  take  to-day, 
O  Shepherd  of  thy  flock  ; 

And  wash  their  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  rock. 

3  Thy  saving  health  impart, 
O  Comforter  divine; 

Now  make  these  children  pure  in  heart. 
Make  them  entirely  thine. 

166  Tune— Oak.  Cs  &  is. 

1  Lead  them,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Lead  them  to  thee  ; 
E'en  these  dear  babes  of  mine 

Thou  givest  me: 


0,  by  thy  love  divine, 
Lead  them,  my  God,  to  theel 
Safely  to  thee  1 

2  What  though  my  faith  is  dim. 
Wavering  and  weak  ? 

Yet  still  I  come  to  thee. 

Thy  grace  to  seek  : 
Daily  to  plead  with  thee! 
Lead  them,  my  God,  to  thee  ! 
Safely  to  thee  ! 

3  When  earth  looks  bright  and  fair. 
Festive  and  gay, 

Let  no  delusive  snare 
Lure  them  astray : 
But  from  temptation's  power 
Lead  them,  my  God,  to  thee ! 
Safely  to  thee ! 

4  Lead  them,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Lead  them  to  tliee  ! 

Though  'twere  my  dying  breath, 

I'd  cry  to  thee. 
With  yearning  agony. 
Lead  them,  my  God,  to  thee. 
Lead  them  to  thee  1 


16T 


Time — I  want  to  he  an  Angel,       7s  >&  Gs. 


1  Rest,  for  the  little  sleeper; 
Joy,  for  the  ransomed  soul ; 

Peace,  for  the  lonely  weeper — 
Dark  though  the  waters  roll. 

2  Weep  for  the  little  sleeper, 

vVeep,  it  will  ease  the  heart ; 

Though  the  dull  pain  be  deeper 

Than  with  the  world  to  part. 

3  Hath  the  dear  Saviour  found  him, 
Laid  him  upon  his  breast, 

Folded  his  arms  around  him, 
Hushed  him  to  endless  rest? 

4  Grieve  not  with  hopeless  sorrow; 
Jesus  has  felt  your  pain, 

He  did  thy  lamb  but  borrow  ; 
He'll  bring  him  back  again. 

168  Time—China.  C.  M. 

1  God  hath  bereav'd  me  of  mj'  child; 

His  hand  in  this  I've  view'd ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  shall  I  complain  ? 

"  He  doth  what  seems  him  good  I" 


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2  'Twas  God  who  gave  my  child  to  me, 
Th'  appointed  time  he  stood  ; 

It  is  the  Lord,  I  plainly  see, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good  1 

3  Yet  nature  feels — but  ah,  he's  gone — 
For  him  my  tears  have  flow'd  ; 

It  is  the  Lord,  his  hand  I  own, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

4  Support  my  sinking  spirit  up 
Under  this  heavy  load  ; 

It  is  the  Lord,  and  he  is  just, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

5  It  is  on  thee  my  hope  is  stay'd, 
I  know  thou  art  my  God ; 

It  is  the  Lord,  his  hand  I'll  bless, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

6  Uphold  me.  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
And  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood ; 

I  now  resign  my  all  to  thee, 
Since  all  things  work  for  good. 


169 


Tune — Wilmol. 


1  Heavenly  Father !  may  thy  love 
Beam  upon  us  from  above; 

Let  this  infant  find  a  place 
In  thy  covenant  of  grace. 

2  Son  of  God  !  be  with  us  here; 
Listen  to  our  humble  prayer; 

Let  thy  blood  on  Calvary  spilt,  •" 

Cleanse  this  child  from  nature's  guilt. 

3  Holy  Ghost!  to  thee  we  cry: 
Thou  this  infant  sanctify; 
Thine  almighty  power  display; 
Seal  ^^  to  redemption's  day. 


170 


Tune — Stephens. 


CM. 


2  0  Lord,  whilst  we  confess  the  worth 

Of  this,  the  outward  seal. 
Teach  us  the  truths  herein  set  forth, 

Our  very  own  to  feel. 

2  Death  to  the  world  we  here  avow, 

Death  to  each  fleshly  lust ; 
Nevvnes-  of  life  our  portion  now, 

A  risen  Lurd  our  trust. 


3  Baptized  into  the  Fathers  name. 
We'd  walk  as  sons  of  God  ; 

Baptized  in  Thine,  with  joy  we  claim 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

4  Baptized  into  the  Holy  Ghost, 
We'd  prove  his  mighty  power; 

And  making  thee  our  only  boast. 
Obey  thee  hour  by  hour. 


171  Tune— DuJce  Street,  L.  M. 

1  God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 
By  which  thy  people  seek  thy  face. 
When  in  thy  presence  we  appear 
With  faith  we  humbly  venture  near. 

2  Confiding  in  thy  truth  alone. 
Here,  on  the  steps  of  Jesus'  throne, 
We  lay  the  treasure  thou  hast  given. 
To  be  received  and  reared  for  heaven. 

3  Lent  to  us  for  a  season,  we 
Lend  {J^™  for  ever,  Lord,  to  thee! 
Assured  that,  if  to  thee  ^^g  live, 
We  gain  in  what  we  seem  to  give. 

4  Large  and  abundant  blessings  shed. 
Warm  as  these  prayers,  upon  ^^'^  head! 
And  on  ^'^^  soul  the  dews  of  grace, 
Fresh  as  these  drops  upon  J,'^  face. 

172  Tune—Mendebra^.  78  &  6b. 

1  O  bread  to  pilgrims  given  ; 
O  food  that  angels  eat; 

O  manna  sent  from  heaven, 
For  heaven-born  natures  meet  1 

Give  us,  for  thee  long  pining. 
To  eat  till  richly  filled; 

Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 
Our  every  wish  is  stilled  I 

2  O  water,  life  bestowing. 
From  out  the  Saviour's  heart 

A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  thou  art  I 
Oh,  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 
We  thee  unseen  adore; 

Thy  faithful  word,  believing. 
We  take,  and  doubt  no  more. 


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Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving, 
On  earth  to  live  in  thee ; 

Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 
Thy  glorious  face  to  see  I 


173 


Tune — Rockbridge. 


L.M. 


1  By   Christ   redeemed,   in   Christ  re- 

stored. 
We  keep  the  memory  adored, 
And  show  the  death  of  our  dear  Lord 
Until  he  come,  until  he  come. 

2  His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 
His  life-blood  shed  for  us,  we  see; 
The  wine  shall  tell  the  mystery 

Until  he  come,  until  he  come. 

3  Until  the  trump  of  God  be  heard, 
Until  the  ancient  graves  be  stirred, 
And  with  the  great  commanding  word, 

The    Lord   shall    come,    the    Lord 
shall  come. 

4  Oh,  blessed  hope  1   with  this  elate, 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate. 

But,  strong  in  faith,  in  patience  wait 
Until  ho  come,  until  he  come. 


174 


Tune — BoyUlon. 


1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky : — 

2  To  serve  the  present  age. 
My  calling  to  fultil],— 

0  may  it  all  my  powers  engago 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  rae  with  jealous  care. 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 

And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely, — 

Assured,  if  1  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

175  Tune—Peterboro.  C.  M. 

1  Lo,  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 
Encompass  us  around ; 

Men  once  like  us  with  suffering  tried. 
But  now  with  glory  crowned. 


2  Let  us,  with  zeal  like  theirs  inspired, 
Strive  in  the  Christian  race; 

And  freed  from  every  weight  of  sin, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 
Who  trod  affliction's  path  ; 

Jesus,  the  author,  finisher, 
Rewarder  of  our  faith. 

4  He  for  the  joy  before  him  set. 
And  moved  by  pitying  love. 

Endured  the  cross,  despised  the  shame, 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind. 
Press  we  to  God's  right  hand  ; 

There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  saints, 
Triumphantly  to  stand. 


176 


Tune — Outside  the  Gate. 


1  O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing 
Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 

In  lowly  patience  waiting. 
To  pass  the  threshold  o'er  : 

Shame  on  us.  Christian  brethren. 
His  name  and  sign  who  bear, 

Oh  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us 
To  keep  him  standing  there. 

2  O  Jesus,  thou  art  knocking : 

And  lo  !  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  thy  brow  encircle. 

And  tears  thy  face  have  marred ; 
0  love  that  passeth  knowledge 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
Oh  sin  that  hath  no  equal 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate ! 

3  O  Jesus,  thou  art  pleading 
In  accents  meek  and  low, 

"  I  died  for  you,  my  children, 
And  will  ye  treat  me  so  ?" 

0  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 
We  open  now  the  door : 

Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter. 
And  leave  us  never  more. 


177 


Tune — Scioto. 


S.  M. 


1  Oh  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss? 

Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 


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HYMI^S  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 

"When    martyred    saints,   baptized 
blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 
Boundless  their  jc>y  above, 

Where  on  the  bosom  of  their  God 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 
Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 

All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 


Its 


Tune — JoyfiiUy. 


10s. 


1  Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move. 
Bound   to   the   land   of   bright   spirits 

above ; 

Jesus,  our  Saviour,  in  mercy  says,  Come, 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 

Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  be- 
low. 

Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go ; 

Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been 
given. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on 

before, 
Waiting,  they   watch  us,  approaching 

the  shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  us,  Avhile  passing  along 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the 

ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we 

shall  hear. 
Filling   with   harmony  heaven's   hig 

dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfullj',  Jesus,  we  come 


Over  the  plains  of  sweet   Canaan  we 

roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

179    Tune— Shining  Shore.    88  &  7b.     Peculiar. 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger. 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
These  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

2  We'll   gird   our  loins,  my  brethren 

dear. 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest. 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow. 
Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 

Our  King  says,  "Come,"  and  there's  our 
home,  ~ 

For  ever,  0  for  ever  1 


3  Death  with    his  arrow  may  soon  lay 

us  low, 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,   we  feel  not  the 

blow, 
Jesus  has  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  we  will  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death   shall   be  conquered,  his  sceptre 

be  gone, 


For  O,  we  stand,  on  Jordan's  strand. 
Our  friends  are  passing  over. 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore. 
We  may  almost  discover. 

180  Tune—Wilmot.  7s. 

1  Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe. 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go; 
Bear  the  toil,  maintain  the  strife. 
Strengthened  with  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye, 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

IjJLet  not  fear  your  course  impede. 

Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

3  Onward,  then,  to  glory  move ; 
More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove  ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go! 


181  Tune— Golden  Hill.  S.  M. 

1  For  man  the  Saviour  shed 

His  all-atoning  blood, 
And  oh,  shall  ransomed  man  refuse 

To  suffer  for  his  God  ? 


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2  Ashamed  who  now  can  be 
To  own  the  crucified? 

Nay,  rather  be  our  glory  this, 
To  die  for  him  who  died. 

3  So  felt  thy  martyr,  Lord  ; 
By  thy  right  hand  sustained. 

He  waged  for  thee  the  battle's  strife, 
And  threatened  death  disdained. 

4  Alone,  he  stood  unmoved, 
Amid  his  cruel  foes, 

0  wondrous  was  the  might  that  then 
Above  his  torturers  rose  1 

5  Lord,  give  us  grace  to  bear 
Like  him  our  cross  of  shame. 

To  do  and  suffer  what  thou  wilt,  ■ 
For  love  of  thy  dear  name. 

182  Tune— Lisbon.  S.  M, 

1  An  exile  for  the  faith 
Of  his  incarnate  Lord, 

Beyond  the  stars,  beyond  all  space, 
His  soul  in  vision  soared. 

2  John  saw  in  glory  him 
Who  liveth,  and  was  dead, 

There  Judah's  Lion  and  the  Lamb 
That  for  our  ransom  bled  :  — 

3  There  of  the  kingdom  learnt 
The  mysteries  sublime; 

How,  sown  in  raartj'rs'  blood,  the  faith 
Should  spread  from  clime  to  clime. 

4  Lord,  give  us  grace,  like  him, 
In  thee  to  live  and  die. 

To  spurn  the  fleeting  things  of  earth, 
And  seek  for  joys  on  high. 


183 


Tune — Granby, 


S.  M. 


1  Far  down  the  ages  now. 
Her  iourney  well-nigh  done. 

The  pilgrim  Church  pursues  her  way. 
In  haste  to  reach  the  crown. 

2  The  story  of  the  past 
Comes  up  before  her  view; 

How  well  it  seems  to  suit  her  still, 
Old,  and  yet  ever  new. 


3  'Tis  the  same  story  still, 
Of  sin  and  weariness, 

Of  grace  and  love  still  flowing  down 
To  pardon  and  to  bless. 

4  'Tis  the  old  sorrow  still. 
The  briar  and  the  thorn  ; 

And  'tis  the  same  old  solace  yet, — 
The  hope  of  coming  morn. 

5  No  wider  is  the  gate, 
No  broader  is  the  way, 

No  smoother  is  the  ancient  path, 
That  leads  to  light  and  day. 


Tune — Siberia . 


s,  7s,  <fe  4s. 


1  In  the  floods  of  tribulation. 
While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 

Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul  : 

Sweet  aflliction. 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

2  Here,  in  darkest  dispensations, 
Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear. 

With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  reanimate  and  cheer  ; 

Sweet  afliiction. 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near, 

3  In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 
Thus  his  word  securely  stands  ; 

"  Fear  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee. 
Naught   shall  pluck   thee  from   my 
hands." 
Sweet  aflliction. 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

4  All  I  meet  I  find  assist  me 
In  my  path  to  heav'nly  joy. 

Where,  though  trials  now  attend  mo. 
Trials  never  more  annoy. 

Sweet  affliction. 
Every  promise  gives  me  joy. 

5  Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 
Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget, 

But,  exulting,  cry,  it  led  me 
To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet: 
Sweet  aflliction. 
Which  has  brought  me  to  his  feet. 


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18S  Tmte— Joyfully.  10s. 

1  Joyfully   singing,    now   onward    we 

move, 

Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits 
above ; 

Jesus,  the  Saviour,  invites  us  to  come; 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  hasten  we  home. 

Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  be- 
low ; 

Soon  to  the  presence  of  Christ  we  shall 
go; 

And  since  our  hearts  have  to  Jesus 
been  given. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Voice  of  archangel,  and  trumpet  of 

God, 
Joyfully  summon  the  quick  and   the 

dead; 
Bright  in  his  glory  shall  Jesus  appear. 
Upward  in  clouds  shall  we  meet  him 

in  air. 
Partings  all  over,  and  sorrows  all  gone 
Blest  in  his  presence  eternally  one; 
Like  him,  and  with  him  for  ever  to  be. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  welcome  the  day. 

3  Crowns    may   encircle    our    radiant 

brow. 
Joyful  we'll  cast  them  before  him  and 

bow ; 
Harps  of  the  harpers  shall  gladden  the 

throne. 

Joyful  to  tell  He  is  worthy  alone: 
.Ingels  in    chorus  their  anthem    shall 

raise, 
Only  to  give  him  all  honor  and  praise; 
While  every  creature  around  and  above. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rests  in  his  love. 


Tune — Calvary^s  Mountain.       Cs  H  Ss. 


186  Tune—Alkol.  S.  M. 

1  Sing  we  the  martyrs  blest, 
Their  blood  for  Jesus  poured, 

Sing  we  their  glorious  victories, 
And  infinite  reward. 

2  Treading  the  world  beneath, 
Spurning  the  body's  pain, 

'Twas    theirs,    in    martyrdom's    brief 
space. 
Eternal  joys  to  gain. 


3  To  raging  flames  consigned; 
To  ruthless  beasts  a  prey  ; 

Their  sacred  flesh  by  savage  hooks 
Torn  piece  by  piece  away, 

4  In  view  of  wretched  death. 
Unmoved  they  still  endure  ; 

Unmoved  continue,  in  the  grace 
Of  endless  life  secure. 

187 

1  Saviour,  blessed  Saviour, 
Listen  whilst  we  sing. 

Hearts  and  voices  raising 

Praises  to  our  King: 
All  we  have  to  offer, 

All  we  hope  to  be. 
Body,  .soul,  and  spirit, 

All  we  yield  to  thee. 

2  Nearer,  ever  nearer, 
Christ,  we  draw  to  thee, 

Deep  in  adoration. 

Bending  low  the  knee  : 
Thou  for  our  redemption, 

Cam'st  on  earth  to  die; 
Thou,  that  we  might  follow, 

Hast  gone  up  on  high. 

3  Great  and  ever  greater 
Are  thy  mercies  here, 

True  and  everlasting 

Are  the  glories  there, 
Where  no  pain  or  sorrow, 

Toil,  or  care  is  known. 
Where  the  angel-legions 

Circle  round  thy  throne. 

4  Brighter  still  and  brighter 
Glows  the  western  sun. 

Shedding  all  its  gladness 
O'er  our  work  that's  done; 

Time  will  soon  be  over. 
Toil  and  sorrow  past. 

May  we,  blessed  Saviour, 
Find  a  rest  at  last. 

5  Onward,  ever  onward. 
Journeying  o'er  the  road 

Worn  by  saints  before  us. 
Journeying  on  to  God  ; 

Leaving  all  behind  us, 
May  we  hasten  on. 

Backward  never  looking — 
Till  the  prize  is  won. 


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6  Bliss,  all  bliss  excelling, 

When  the  ransomed  soul, 
Earthly  toils  forgetting, 

Finds  its  promised  goal ; 
Wliere  in  joys  unheard  of 

Saints  with  angels  sing, 
Never  weary  raising 

Praises  to  their  King; 

Tune — Deliverance. 


3,  7s,  <t  48. 


1  Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded — 
Zion,  kept  hy  power  divine  : 

All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine. 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 
Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
Thence    to    bring   thee    forth   more 

bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight: 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

189  Time—Woodside.  C. 

1  A  little  flock  ;  so  calls  he  thee, 
Who  bought  thee  with  his  blood  ; 

A  little  flock — disowned  by  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

2  A  little  flock!     So  calls  he  thee; 
Church  of  the  first-born,  hear! 

Be  not  ashamed  to  own  the  name ; 
It  is  no  name  of  fear. 

3  A  little  flock  !  'Tis  well,  'tis  well; 
Such  be  her  lot  and  name; 

Thro'  ages  past  it  has  been  so, 
And  now  'tis  still  the  same. 

4  But   the   chief    Shepherd   comes   at 

length ; 
Her  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 


5  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns  ; 
Weary,  and  faint,  and  few, 

But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heav'n. 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

6  Then  entering  the  eternal  halls, 
In  robes  of  victory. 

That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee. 


190 


Tune —  Vpton, 


L.  M. 


1  Fear  not  the  foe,  thou  flock  of  God, 
Fear  not  the  sword,  the  spear,  the  rod, 
He  fights  in  vain  who  fights  with  thee; 
Soon  shalt  thou  see  his  armies  flee. 

2  Come,   cheer   thee    to   the   toil   and 

fight ; 
'Tis  God,  thy  God,  defends  the  right; 
His  sword  shall  scatter  every  foe. 
His  shield  shall  ward  ofi"  every  blow. 

3  His  is  the  battle,  his  the  power. 
His  is  the  triumph  in  that  hour; 

So   round    thy  brow   the    wreath  shall 

twine ; 
So  shall  the  victory  be  thine. 

4  Not  long  the  sigh,  the.  toil,  the  sweat. 
Not  long  the   fight-day's  wasting  heat; 
Slack  not  thy  weapon  in  the  fight ; 
Courage  !  for  God  defends  the  right. 


191 


Tune — Bartimeus. 


1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Tow'ring  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  mo, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure. 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 

Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


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192 


7s  &  Gs. 


1  Let  us  now  new  anthems  raise ; 
"Wake  the  song  of  gladness  ; 

God  himself  to  joy  and  praise 
Turns  the  martyr's  sadness  : 

Bright  the  day  that  won  their  crown, 
Opened  heaven's  bright  portal, 

As  they  laid  the  mortal  down 
To  put  on  th'  immortal. 

2  Never  flinched  they  from  the  flame, 
From  the  torture  never  ; 

Vain  the  foeman's  sharpest  aim, 

Satan's  best  endeavor : 
For  by  faith  they  saw  the  land 

Decked  in  all  its  glory, 
"Where  triumphant  now  they  stand 

"With  the  victor's  story. 

3  Up  and  fellow.  Christian  men ! 
Press  through  toil  and  sorrow: 

Spurn  the  night  of  fear,  and  then, 

O,  the  glorious  morrow  ! 
"Who  will  venture  on  the  strife  ? 

Blest  who  first  begin  it; 
"Who  will  grasp  the  land  of  life? 

"Warriors,  up  and  win  it  I 


Tune — Calvan/s  Monnlain.         6s  &  5s. 


193 

1  Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 
Marching  as  to  war, 

"With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ  the  royal  Master 

Leads  against  the  foe, 
Forward  into  battle. 

See,  his  banners  go. 

2  At  the  sign  of  triumph 
Satan's  host  doth  flee  ; 

On,  then,  Christian  soldiers. 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise. 

3  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 
Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 

But  the  Church  of  Jesus 
Constant  will  remain ; 


Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail ; 

We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 
And  that  can  not  fail. 

4  Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices, 

In  the  triumph  song  ; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor. 

Unto  Christ  the  King, 
This  through  countless  ages 

Men  and  angels  sing. 


194 


Tune — Rothwell. 


1  Ye  servants  of  our  glorious  King, 
To  him  yoLvr  thankful  praises  bring  ; 
And  tell  the  deeds  that  grace  has  done, 
The  triumphs  by  his  martyrs  won. 

2  Since  they  were  faithful  to  the  last, 
Their  holy  struggles  now  are  past; 
The  bitterness  of  death  is  o'er. 

And  theirs  is  bliss  for  evermore. 

3  The  flame  did  scorch,  the  knife  lay 

bare. 
And  cruel  beasts  their  members  tear  ; 
No  powers  of  earth,  no  powers  of   hell, 
The  souls  that  loved  their  Lord   could 

quell. 

4  O  Saviour  !  may  our  portion  be 
With   those   who   gave   themselves   to 

thee. 
Through  all  eternity  to  sing 
All  praise  to  thee,  the  martyrs'  King. 


195 


Tune — Bernard. 


73  Si  63. 


1   Behold  !  a  royal  Bridegroom 
Hath  called  me  for  his  bride  I 

1  joyfully  make  ready 

And  hasten  to  his  side. 
He  is  a  royal  Bridegroom, 

But  I  am  very  poor  ! 
Of  low  estate  he  chose  me 

To  show  his  love  the  moro. 

2  First  in  my  tears  I  washed  me- 
They  could  not  make  me  clean 

A  fountain  then  he  showed  me, 
Strange  until  then  unseen  ! 


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55 


Oh,  love  !  ob,  grace,  that  showed  it ! 

Keveiiled  its  cleansing  power  ! 
How  could  I  choose  but  hasten 

To  meet  him  from  that  hour. 

3  And  still  with  feeble  footsteps, 
And  turning  oft  astray, 

I  go  to  meet  the  Bridegroom, 
Though  stumbling  by  the  way. 

I  soil  my  royal  garments 
With  earth  where'er  I  fall ; 

I  break  and  mar  my  ornaments, 
But  he  will  know  them  all. 

4  Close,  close,  dear  Guide,  and  lead  me, 
I  can  not  go  aright ! 

Through  all  that  doth  beset  me. 
Keep,  keep  me  close  in  sight ! 

'Tis  but  a  little  longer; 
Methinks  the  end  I  see; 

Oh  !   matchless  love  and  mercy, 
The  Bridegroom  waits  for  me. 

196  Tune—RoUand.  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  Jerusalem,  rejoice  ! 

Thy  night  is  glimmering  into  noon. 
Zion,  arise!  lift  up  thy  voice; 
Thy  sorrows  shall  be  ended  soon. 

2  Sounds  the  deep  vesper-bell  of  time. 
Through  earth's  last  tempest  slowly 

borne. 
For  thee  it  is  the  matin  chime, 
And  to  thy  sous  the  note  of  morn. 

3  Arise,  put  on  thy  robe  of  white ; 
Deck  thee  with  beauty ;  let  each  gem 

Sparkle  its  fairest  to  the  light; 
Put  on  thy  crown,  Jerusalem  I 

4  Thy  widowhood  is  over  now  ; 
Strip  off  thy  weeds ;   in  bridal  gold 

And  orient  pearls  thy  glory  shew, 
More  regal  than  in  days  of  old. 

5  Upon  thee  now  the  bridegroom  pours 
The  fullness  of  an  unquench'd  love; 

He  leads  thee  where  the  endless  stores 
Of  his  own  gladness  thou  shalt  prove. 

6  He  comes,  with  his  own  hand  to  press 
Each    wrinkle    from    thy   careworn 

brow ; 
'Tis  joy,  and  song,  and  mirth,  and  bliss, 
All  hallel  and  hosanna  now. 


197  Tune— Silver  Street.  S.  M. 

1  A  sea  of  glass  I  saw. 
Mingled  with  fire  it  seemed; 

Upon  it  stood  the  conquerors, 
The  host  of  the  redeemed. 

2  They  had  the  harps  of  God, 
And  a  new  song  they  sung ; 

The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb 
I  heard  from  every  tongue. 

3  Right,  great,  and  marvelous. 
Lord  God  of  might,  they  cry. 

Thy  works  are  ;  just  and  true  thy  ways, 
Thou  King  of  saints  most  high. 

4  Who  shall  not  fear  thee.  Lord, 
And  thee,  Jehovah,  own  ? 

Who  shall  not  glorify  thy  name, 
The  only  holy  One  ? 

5  All  nations  now  shall  come. 
And  to  thee  homage  yield  ; 

For  all  thy  righteous  judgments,  Lord, 
Are  now  at  hist  revealed. 

198  Tune— Harwell.  8s  &  73. 

1  Hark!  the  sound  of  holy  voices 
Chanting,  at  the  crystal  sea. 

Alleluia,  alleluia. 

Alleluia,  Lord,  to  thee: 
Multitude,  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glorj'  stands, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

2  Patriarch,  and  holy  prophet, 
Who  prepared  the  way  of  Christ, 

King,  apostle,  saint,  confessor, 

Martyr,  and  evangelist. 
Saintly  maiden,  godly  matron, 

Widows  who  have  watched  to  prayer, 
Joined  in  holy  concert,  singing 

To  the  Lord  of  all,  are  there. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation. 
And    have   washed    their    robes    in 

blood. 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus ; 

Tried  they  were  and  firm  they  stood; 
Mocked,  imprisoned,  stoned,  tormented, 

Sawn  asunder,  slain  with  sword. 
They  have  conquered  death  and  Satan, 

By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 


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HT3IKS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


4  Marching  with  thy  cross  their  ban- 
ner 

They  have  triumphed  following  thee, 
Thee,  the  captain  of  salvation, 

Thee,  their  Saviour,  and  their  King  ; 
Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever. 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 

Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 


199 


Tune — Happy  Land. 


6s  &ia. 


1  There  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away. 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
O,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
"Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King  1 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring. 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, — 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Elest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  can  not  die  ; 
O,  then  to  glory  run. 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  wonj 
And  bright,  above  the  sun, 

We  reign  for  aye. 

200  Tune— Let  Me  Go.  Ss  &  7s. 

1  They  are  going,  only  going, 
Jesus  called  them  long  ago; 

All  the  wintry  time  they're  passing. 

Softly  as  the  falling  snow. 
When  the  violets  in  the  spring-time 

Catch  the  azure  of  the  sky. 
They  are  carried  out  to  slumber 

Sweetly,  where  the  violets  lie. 

2  They  are  going,  only  going. 
When  with  summer  earth  is  dressed, 

In  their  cold  hand  holding  roses 
Folded  to  each  silent  breast ; 


When  the  autumn  hangs  red  banners 
Out  above  the  harvest  sheaves. 

They  are  going,  ever  going. 
Thick  and  fast,  like  falling  leaves. 

3  All  along  the  mighty  ages, 
All  adown  the  solemn  time. 

They  have  taken  up  their  homeward 
March,  to  that  serener  clime. 

Where  the  watching,  waiting  angels 
Lead  them  from  the  shadow  dim 

To  the  brightness  of  his  presence, 
Who  has  called  them  unto  him. 

4  They  are  going,  only  going. 
Out  of  pain  and  into  bliss — 

Out  of  sad  and  sinful  weakness 

Into  perfect  holiness. 
Snowy  brows,  no  care  shall  shade  them  ; 

Bright  eyes,  tears  shall  never  dim; 
Rosy  lips,  no  time  shall  fade  them : 

Jesus  called  them  unto  him. 

5  Little  hearts  for  ever  stainless. 
Little  hands  as  pure  as  they. 

Little  feet  by  angels  guided. 

Never  in  forbidden  way. 
They  are  going,  ever  going. 

Leaving  many  a  lonely  spot ; 
But  'tis  Jesus  who  has  called  them — 

Sufter,  and  forbid  them  not. 


201 


Tune— Eest  for  the  Weary.     8s,  7s,  &  5s. 


1  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest. 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 

There  is  rest  for  you. 
On  the  other  side  of  Joi-dan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand  ; 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 

But  in  that  celestial  centre 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 


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4  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  lieirs  of  glory; 

Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go; 
Zioii's  gates  will  oi)un  for  you, 

You  will  find  an  entrance  through. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

202  Tinie—Eoan.  C.  M. 

1  A  soldier's  course,  from  battles  won 
To  new-commencing  strife; 

A  pilgrim's,  restless  as  the  sun; 
Behold  the  Christian's  life. 

2  Prepared  the  trumpet's  call  to  greet, 
Soldier  of  Jesus,  stand  ! 

Pilgrim  of  Christ,  with  ready  feet, 
Await  thy  Lord's  command. 

3  Seek,  soldier!  pilgrim  !  seek  thine  home 
Revealed  in  sacred  lore; 

The  land  whence  pilgrims  never  roam, 
Where  soldiers  war  no  more. 

4  Where  founts  of  life  their  treasures 

yield 
In  streams  that  never  cease; 
Where  everlasting  mountains  shield 
Vales  of  eternal  peace. 

5  Where  they  who  meet  shall  never  part: 

Where  grace  achieves  its  plan; 
And  God,  uniting  every  heart. 
Dwells  face  to  face  with  manl 

203  Tarn— Frederick.  lis. 

1  "  Soon,   soon,    and   for  ever  I"    Such 

promise  our  trust. 
Though  ashes  to  ashes,  and  dust  unto 

dust ; 
Soon,    soon,   and  for    ever,  our    union 

shall  he 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious  Redeemer, 

in  thee. 

2  When  the  sins  and  the  sorrows  of 

time  shall  be  o'er  ; 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings  remembered 

no  more ; 
When  life  can  not  fail,  and  when  death 

can  not  sever. 
And  Christians   with  Christ  shall  be — 

soon,  and  for  ever  ! 

3  Soon,  soon,  and  for  ever,  the  break- 

ing of  day 
Shall  drive  all  the  night-clouds  of  sor- 
row away 


Soon,  soon,  and   for  ever,  we'll  see  as 

we're  seen. 
And  learn  the  deep  meaning  of  things 

that  have  been. 

4  When  fightings  without  us,  and  fears 

from  within. 
Shall  weary    no  more  in  the   warfare 

of  sin. 
Where    tears,    and    where    fears,    and 

where  death  shall  be — -never. 
There  Christians  with   Christ  shall  be 

soon — and  for  ever  ! 

5  Soon,  soon,  and  for  ever,  the  work 

shall  be  done, 
The  warfare  accomplished,  the  victory 

won  : 
Soon,  soon,    and  for  ever,   the  soldier 

lay  down 
His  sword  for  a  harp,  his  cross  for  a 

crown. 

t)  Then  droop  not  in  sorrow,  despond 

not  in  fear, 
A  glorious    to-morrow   is   brightening 

and  near; 
When  blessed  reward  of  each  faithful 

endeavor. 
All   Christians  with   Christ  shall   be — 

soon,  and  for  ever ! 

204  Tune— Bethany.  6s  &  4s. 

1  Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise, 
Cast  oflT  thy  care, 

Press  to  the  opened  skies, 

Mighty  in  prayer ; 
Jesus  has  gone  before, 
Count  all  thy  troubles  o'er, 
He  who  thy  burden  bore, 

Jesus  is  there. 

2  Soul,  for  the  marriage  feast 
Robe  and  prepare, 

Pureness  becomes  each  guest — 

Jesus  is  there. 
Saints,  wave  your  victory  palms, 
Chant  your  celestial  psalms  ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms. 

Oh,  let  us  wear  ! 

3  Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure, 
Glory  is  there ; 

Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure, 
Thou  art  its  heir. 


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What  makes  its  joy  complete  ? 
What  makes  its  hymn  so  sweet  ? 
There  our  best  Friend  we  meet — 
Jesus  is  there. 


Part  I. 
Tune- — Brown. 


C.  M, 


205 

1  Oh  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
Wlien  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 

When  sliall  my  sorrows  have  an  end. 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Oh  !  happy  harbor  of  the  saints  ; 
Oh  !  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ; 

In  thee  no  sorrows  can  be  found, 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

3  In  thee  no  sickness  may  be  seen, 
No  hurt,  no  ache,  no  sore; 

There  is  no  death,  no  hateful  sight — 
There's  life  for  evermore. 

4  No  dampish  mist  is  seen  in  thee. 
No  cold,  nor  darksome  night : 

There  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun. 
There  God  himself  gives  light. 

5  There  lust  and  lucre  can  not  dwell. 
There  envy  bears  no  sway  ; 

There  is  no  hunger,  heat,  nor  cold, 
But  pleasure  every  way. 


Part  II. 
Tune — Jazer, 


C.  M. 


1  Jerusalem  I  Jerusalem! 
God  grant  that  I  may  see 

Thy  endless  joys,  and  of  the  same 
Partaker  aye  to  be. 

2  Thy    walls    are    made    of    precious 

stones. 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond  square. 
Thy  gates  are  of  right  orient  pearl. 
Exceeding  rich  and  rare. 

3  Thy  turrets  and  thy  pinnacles. 
With  carbuncles  do  shine. 

With  jasper  and  with  crysolite, 
Surpassing  clear  and  iine. 

4  Thy  houses  are  of  ivory, 
Thy  windows  crystal  clear. 

Thy  streets  are  made  of  beaten  gold — 
Oh  God,  that  I  were  there. 


Part  III. 
Tune— Henry.  C.  M. 

1  Ah,  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 
Would  God  I  were  in  thee. 

Would  God  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 
Thy  joys  that  I  might  see. 

2  Thy  saints  are  crowned  with  glory 

great. 
They  see  God  face  to  face, 
They  triumph  still,  they  still  rejoice. 
Most  happy  is  their  case. 

3  Our  sweet  is  mixed  with  bitter  gall, 
Our  pleasure  is  but  pain. 

Our  joys  scarce  last  the  looking  on, 
Our  sorrows  still  remain. 

4  But  there  they  live  in  such  delight, 
Such  pleasure  and  such  play. 

As  that  to  them  a  thousand  years 
Doth  seem  as  yesterday. 

Paet  IV. 
Tune — Jordan.  C.  M.  D. 

1  .Jerusalem,  thrice  happy  seat ! 
Of  God  our  King  most  iiigh ! 

O  sacred  city,  queen  and  wife 

Of  Christ,  eternally. 
Thy  gai'dens  and  thy  gallant  walks 

Continually  are  green  ; 
There  grow  such  sweet  and   pleasant 
flowers 

As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

2  Quite  through  thy  streets,  with  silver 

sound 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow. 
Upon  whose  banks,  on  every  side, 

The  wood  of  life  doth  grow. 
There  trees  for  evermore  bear  fruit ; 

There  nard  and  balm  abound  ; 
What  tongue  can  tell  or  heart  conceive 

The  sweets  that  there  are  found. 

3  There  stand  the  saints  with  harp  in 

hand. 

There  angels  aye  do  sing. 
The  music  of  that  happy  choir 

In  every  street  doth  ring. 
Oh  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

I  would  thy  joys  behold  ! 
And  sing  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

With  palm  and  harp  of  gold. 


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78  &  Gs. 


1  Oh  home  of  fadeless  splendor  ! 
Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 

Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children, 
Who  here  as  exiles  mourn  ; 

The  peace  of  all  the  faithful, 
The  calm  of  all  the  blest 

Inviolate,  unvaried, 
Divinest,  sweetest,  best. 

2  The  peace  that  is  for  heaven, 
And  shall  be  for  the  earth; 

The  palace  that  re-echoes 
With  festal  son;;  and  mirth  ; 

The  garden  breathing  spices, 
The  Paradise  on  high  ; 

Grace  beautified  to  glory, 
Unceasing  minstrelsy. 

3  There  nothing  can  be  feeble. 
There  none  can  ever  mourn, 

There  nothing  is  divided. 

There  nothing  can  be  torn. 
'Tis  fury,  ill,  and  scandal, 

'Tis  peaceless  peace  below  ; 
Peace  endless,  strifeless,  ageless, 

The  halls  of   Zion  know. 

4  Oh  happy,  holy  portion, 
Refection  for  the  blest, 

True  vision  of  true  beauty. 

Sweet  cure  of  all  distrest ! 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory ; 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light ; 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

'Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight. 

207  Tune— Ferine.  lis. 

1  1  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to 
God, 

1  knew  not  ray  danger,  and  felt  not  my 

load; 
Though    friends   spoke   in   rapture   of 

Christ  on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing 

to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light 

from  on  high. 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me^I  trembled 

to  die ; 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see, 
Jehovah,  thou  only  my  saviour  must  be. 


3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  thy 

sweet  name, 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness 

I  came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain,  so  copious 

and  free ; 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to 

me. 

4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and 

boast, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour, — I  ne'er  can  be 

lost ; 
In  thee  I  shall  conquer  by  flood  and  by 

field, 
Jehovah  ray  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield. 

5  E'en  treading  the  valley,  the  shadow 

of  death. 

This  watchword  shall  rally  my  falter- 
ing breath ; 

For,  while  from  life's  fever  my  God 
sets  me  free, 

Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  my  death  song 
shall  be. 


208  Time—Horton.  73,  4  lines. 

1  Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still,  O  Lord,  in  thee? 
Canst  thou  still  thy  wrath  forbear, 
And  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 

2  We  have  long  withstood  thy  grace; 
Long  provoked  thee  to  thy  face ; 
Would  not  hear  thy  gracious  calls  ; 
Grieved  thee  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Jesus,  answer  from  above  : 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love? 
Wilt  thou  not  our  crimes  forget  ? 
Lo,  we  fall  before  thy  feet. 

4  Lord,  incline  us  to  repent ! 
Help  us  now  our  fall  lament ; 
Deeply  our  revolt  deplore; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


209 


Tune—  Manly. 


1  A  sinful  man  am  I, 
Therefore  I  come  to  thee; 

To  thee  the  holy  and  the  just, 
That  thou  mayest  pity  me. 


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2  Wert  thou  not  holy,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  come  to  thee  ? 

It  is  thy  holiness  that  makes 
Thee,  Lord,  so  meet  for  me. 

3  Wert  thou  not  gracious,  Lord, 
I  must  in  dread  depart ; 

It  is  the  riches  of  thy  grace 
Tliat  win  and  draw  my  heart. 

4  Wert  thou  not  righteous.  Lord, 
I  dare  not  come  to  thee; 

It  is  a  righteous  pardon,  Lord, 
Alone  that  suiteth  me. 


210 


Titne — Rememher  3Ie. 


1  Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend ; 
As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 

Now  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace — 
Remember  Calvary; 

Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And,  then,  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty — I  am  vile, 
But  thy  salvation's  free  ; 

Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

211  Tune— Rockbridge.  L.  M. 

1  O  soul  of  Jesus  !  sick  to  death  ! 
Thy  blood  and  prayer  together  plead 

My  sins  have  bowed  tliee  to  the  ground 
As  the  storm  bows  the  feeble  reed. 

2  Thy   spirit  weighs  the  sins  of  men  ; 
Thy  science  fathoms  all  tlieir  guilt ; 

Thou  sickenest  heavily  at  thy  heart, 
Through  opening  pores   thy  blood  is 
spilt. 

3  And  thou  hast  shuddered  at  each  act, 
And  shrunk  with  an  astonished  fear, 

As  if  thou  couldst  not  bear  to  see 
The  loathsomeness  of  sin  so  near. 


4  And   thou    hast    struggled    with   it. 

Lord  ! 
Even  to  ihe  limit  of  thy  strength. 
While  hours,  whose   minutes  were   as 

years. 
Slowly  fulfilled  their  weary  length. 

5  Sin  and  the  Father's  anger,  they 
Have  made  thy  lower  nature  faint; 

All,  save  the  love  within  thy  heart, 
Seemed  for  the  moment  to  be  spent. 

212 


Tmie — Rolland. 


L.  M. 


1  My  God  !  my  God  !  and  can  it  be 
That  I  should  sin  so  lightly  now. 

And  think  no  more  of  evil  thoughts 
Than  of  the   wind  that    waves   the 
bough  ? 

2  I   sin — and    heaven   and    earth   go 

round 
As  if  no  dreadful  deed  were  done. 
As  if  God's  blood  had  never  flowed 
To  hinder  sin,  or  to  atone  ! 

3  I  walk  the  earth  with  lightsome  step. 
Smile  at  the  sunshine,   breathe   the 

air. 
Do  my  own  will,  nor  ever  heed 
Gethsemane  and  thy  sad  prayer ! 

4  Oh,  by  the  pains  of  thy  pure  love, 
Grant  me  the  gift  of  holy  fear; 

And  give  me  of  thy  bloody  sweat 
To  wash  my  guilty  conscience  clear. 


213 


Tune — Jtisl  as  I  am. 


Ss  &  Gs. 


1  Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea. 
Bat  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not, 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 

3  Just  as  I  am^^though  tossed  about. 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1 


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4  Jiist  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind : 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  lind, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive. 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve. 
And  now  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  thine,  yei,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


214 


Tune — Remember  Me. 


1  O  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  from  me. 
Who  lie  in  woeful  state. 

Lamenting  all  my  sinful  life 
Before  thy  mercy-gate. 

2  A  gate  that  opens  wide  to  those 
That  do  lament  their  sin  ; 

Shut  not  that  gate  against  me.  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 

3  And  call  me  not  to  strict  account. 
How  I  have  sojourned  here; 

For  then  my  guilty  conscience  knows 
How  vile  I  shall  appear. 

4  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask ; 
This  is  my  humble  prayer ; 

For  mercy.  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 
0  let  thy  mercy  spare. 


215 


Tane — Just  as  I  Am. 


1  Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace. 

Or  meetness  for  the  heav'nly  place, 
0  guilty  sinner,  come  ! 

2  Burdened    with  guilt,    wouldst   thou 

be  bless'd  ? 
Trust  not  the  world  ;  it  gives  no  rest : 
Christ  gives  relief  to  hearts  oppress'd  : 
O  weary  sinner,  come ! 

3  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  worldly  dross  ; 
His  grace  o'erpays  all  earthly  loss: 

0  needy  sinner,  come  1 


4  Come  hither,  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears: 

0  trembling  sinner,  come  ! 

5  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  "  Come!" 
Let  all  who  hear  re-echo  "Come!" 
Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may 

come : 
The  Saviour  bids  thee  come  ! 


216 


Time — FlM^s  Tune. 


s,  7s,  k  43. 


1  Come,  oh  come,  thou  King  of  glory. 
Take  us  from  our  prison-house  ; 

Purge  and  heal  the  wounded  conscience, 
Perfect  pardon'seal  to  us. 

Hallelujah, 
King  of  glory,  visit  us  ! 

2  In  iniquity  conceived. 

Born  in  sin,  estranged  from  thee ; 
Ours  has  been  a  life  of  bondage  ; — 
Thou  hast  bought  and  made  us  free. 

Hallelujah, 
Let  us  chant  our  jubilee  ! 

3  Give  us,  of  thy  fullness  give  us. 
Fountain  of  all  holiness  ! 

Give  us,  Lord,  the  purged  conscience. 
Resting  calmlv  on  thy  grace. 

Hillelujah, 
In  thyself  us  truly  bless. 

4  Cure  in  us  the  love  of  sinning; 
Every  weakness  from  us  take; 

This  world's  iron  yoke  of  evil 
Break,  O  King  of  glory,  break. 

Hallelujah, 
Like  thyself,  us.  Saviour,  make. 

5  Sloth  and  pride  and  darkness  banish; 
Us  with  light  and  meekness  fill. 

Pureness  give,  and  love,  the  fairest, 
Brightest  of  the  graces  still. 

Hallelujah, 
Reign  thou  in  our  heart  and  will. 

6  King  of  glory,  let  us  love  thee. 
Love  thee  with  a  child-like  heart; 

Thine  it  is  alone  to  give  us 
Love  that  never  shall  depart. 

Hallelujah, 
Thou  our  King  and  Saviour  art. 


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217 


Time —  Stephens . 


C.  M. 


219 


Tune — I  Want  to  he  an  Angel.      7s  &,  Gs. 


wlien    I    appi'oacli   thy 


1  Great   God, 

throne, 
And  all  thy  glory  see; 
This  is  my  stay,  and  this  alone, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  How  can  a  soul  condemned  to  die, 
Escape  the  just  decree  ? 

Helpless  and  full  of  sin  am  I, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

3  Burdened  with  sin's  oppressive  chain, 

0  how  can  I  s;et  free  ? 

No  peace  can  all  my  efforts  gain, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

4  My  anxious  heart  no  joy  could  cheer. 
On  life's  tempestuous  sea; 

Did  not  this  truth  relieve  my  fear, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

5  And  Lord,  when  I  behold  thy  face, 
This  must  be  all  my  plea; 

Save  me  by  thy  almighty  grace, 
For  Jesus  died  for  me. 

218  Tune—Varina.  0.  M.  D. 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast. 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

AVeary,  and  worn,  and  sad, 

1  found  in  him  a  resting-place. 
And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say. 
Behold,  I  freely  give 

The  living  water, — thirsty  one. 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live. 

I  came  to  Jesus  and  I  drank 
Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 

My   thirst    was  queuch'd,   my  soul  re- 
vived. 
And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

1  am  this  dark  world's  light, 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright. 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him,  my  Star,  my  Sun, 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk. 

Till  traveling  days  are  done. 


1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God; 

He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 

1  bring  m}'^  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 
All  fullness  dwells  in  him: 

He  heals  all  my  diseases. 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 

I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 

He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 
'This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 

His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord: 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes. 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  child. 

I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng. 

To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 
To  learn  the  angels'  song. 


220 


Tioie — German  Hi/inn. 


7s,  4  lilies. 


1  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head: 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

2  Risen  with  him,  we  upward  move, 
Still  we  seek  the  things  above. 

Still  adore  and  kiss  the  Sou, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Dead  to  sin  while  here  below, 
Alive  in  Christ  we  onward  go; 
Heaven  our  aim  and  loved  abode, 
Hid  our  life  with  Christ  in  God. 


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4  Hid,  till  Christ  our  life  appear, 
Glorious  in  his  members  here 
Joined  to  him  ;  we  then  shall  shine 
All  immortal,  all  divine  1 


221 


Tune— Happy  Day, 


1  O,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  I 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  waslied  my  sins  away: 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day: 

Happy  day,  happy  day. 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love : 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 

3  'Tis    done,   the    great    transaction's 

done : 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on. 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart  1 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 

With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When    called   on    angels'    bread   to 
feast. 

Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 

5  High  heaven  that  heard  the  solemn 

vow. 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


Happy  day,  happy  day,  etc. 


222 


Tuyie — De  Fleury, 


1   A  debtor  to  mercy  alone, 
Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing; 

Nor  fear,  with  thy  righteousness  on. 
My  person  and  ofi"erings  to  bring : 


The  terrors  of  law  and  of  God, 
With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do ; 

My  Saviour's  obedience  and  i)lood 
Hide    all    my    transgressions    from 
view. 

2  The  work  which  his  goodness  began. 
The  arm  of  his  strength   will  com- 
plete ; 

His  promise  is  yea  and  amen. 
And  never  was  forfeited  yet : 

Things  future,  nor  things  that  are  now. 
Not  all  things  below  or  above. 

Can  make  him  his  purpose  forego, 
Or  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 

3  My    name    from    the    palms    of    his 

hands, 

Eternity  will  not  erase  ; 
Impressed  on  his  heart  it  remains,    . 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace: 
Yes — I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given  ; 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 

The  glorified  spirits  in  heaven. 

223  Tuue—De  Fleury.  83. 

1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love. 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 

A.nd  join  with  the  armies  above. 
To  shout  his  adorable  name  : 

To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ  ; 

To  see  them  incessantly  shine. 
My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeemed,  with  his  blood. 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell. 

To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 

To  shine  witli  the  angels  in  light. 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 

To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 

Your    pomps    are    but    shadows    and 
sounds, 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away  ; 
The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows. 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 


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224 


CM, 


1  Of  all  the  gifts  thy  love  bestows, 
Thou  giver  of  all  good  ! 

Not  heaven  itself  a  richer  knows 
Than  the  Kedeemer's  blood. 

2  Faith,    too,   that    trusts    the    blood, 

through  grace. 
From  that  same  love  we  gain  ; 
Else,  sweetly  as  it  suits  our  case, 
The  gift  had  been  in  vain. 


225 


C.  M. 


1  Faith  is  a  very  simple  thing, 
Tliough  little  understood  ; 

It   frees   the  soul    from   death's  dread 
sting, 
By  resting  in  the  blood. 

2  It  looks  not  on  the  things  around, 
Nor  on  the  tilings  within  ; 

It  takes  its  flight  to  scenes  above, 
Beyond  the  spheres  of  sin. 

3  Faith  is  not  what  we  feel  or  see ; 
It  is  a  simple  trust 

In  what  the  God  of  love  has  said 
Of  Jesus  as  "  The  Just." 

4  "What  Jesus  is,  and  that  alone, 
Is  faith's  delightful  plea; 

It  never  deals  with  sinful  self, 
Or  righteous  self,  in  me. 

5  It  tells  me  I  am  counted  dead 
By  God,  in  his  own  word; 

It  tells  me  I  am  born  again 
In  Christ,  my  risen  Lord. 

6  If  he  is  free,  then  I  am  frco 
From  all  unrighteousness ; 

If  he  is  just,  then  I  am  just: 
He  is  my  righteousness. 


2  Ah,  grace!  into  unlikeliest  hearts 
It  is  thy  boast  to  come  ; 

The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

3  Thy  choice,  0  God  of  goodness  !  then 
I  lovingly  adore ; 

Oh,  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace. 
And  grace  to  long  for  more! 


227 


Tune — Ph  iladelpli  ia. 


Just  as  thou  art — how  wondrous  fair. 
Lord  Jesus,  all  thy  members  are  ! 
A  life  divine  to  them  is  given — 
A  long  inheritance  in  heaven. 

2  Just  as  I  was.  I  came  to  thee, 
An  heir  of  wrath  and  misery  ; 
Just  as  thou  art,  before  the  throne, 
I  stand  in  righteousness  thine  own. 

3  Just  as  thou  art — how  wondrous  free: 
Loosed  by  the  sorrows  of  the  tree: 
Jesus  !  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  thine. 
To  give  thy  saints  this  life  divine. 

4  Just  as  thou  art — nor  doubt,  nor  fear, 
Can  with  thy  spotlessness  appear  ; 

O  timeless  love!  as  thee,  I'm  seen 
The  "  righteousness  of  God  in  him." 

5  Just  as  thou  art — thou  Lamb  divine! 
Life,  light,  and  holiness  are  thine: 
Thyself  their  endless  source  I  see, 
And  they  the  life  of  God  in  me. 

6  Just  as  thou  art — O  blissful  ray 
That  turned  my  darkness  into  day ! 
That  woke  me  from  my  death  of  sin. 
To  know  my  perfectness  in  him. 


228 


Tune — Greehj. 


S.  M.  D. 


226 


Time — Manoah. 


1  O  gift  of  gifts  !   O  grace  of  faith  ! 

My  Gild,  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 

Should  give  that  gift  to  me ! 


1  With  Christ  we  died  to  sin. 

Lay  buried  in  his  tomb  ; 
But,   quicken'd    now    with   him,    "  oi 
life," 

We  stand  beyond  our  doom  ! 
Our  God,  in  wondrous  love. 

Hath  raised  us  who  were  dead  ; 
And,  "in  the  heaverilies,  made  us  sit 

In  Christ,"  our  living  "Head." 


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2  For  us  he  now  appears 

"  Within  the  vail  "  above; 
"  Accepted  "  and  "complete  in  him," 

We  triumph  in  his  love. 
In  Christ  we  now  are  made 

"  The  righteousness  of  God  ;" 
As    heaven-born    men,  and    heirs  with 
him, 

We  follow  where  he  trod. 

3  Rejected  and  despised, 

He  bore  the  "  open  shame  ;" 
As  fellow-suit'erer?,  journeying  home, 

We  glory  in  his  name. 
Soon  will  the  Bridegroom  come, 

His  Bride  from  earth  to  call ; 
We,  glorified  with  him,  shall  reign, 

Till  God  be  all  in  all. 


229 


Time — Deliverance.       S3,  7s,  &  ' 


1  Sovereign  grace!  o'er  sin  abounding; 
llaiisomed  souls  the  tidings  swell; 

'Tis  a  deep  that  knows  no  sounding, 
Who  its  length  or  breadth  can  tell? 

On  its  glories 
Let  my  soul  for  ever  dwell  1 

2  What  from  Christ  his  saints  can  sever, 
Bound  by  everlasting  bands  ? 

Once  in  him,  in  him  forever. 

Thus  the  eternal  covenant  stands  ; 

None  shall  pluck  them 
From  the  strength  of  Jesus'  hands. 

3  Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Jesus, 
Long  ere  time  its  course  begun  ; 

To  his  name  eternal  praises, 

Oh,  what  wonders  love  hath  done  I 

One  with  Jesus ; 
By  Eternal  Union  one. 

4  On  such  love,  my  soul,  still  ponder. 
Love  so  great,  so  rich,  so  free; 

Say.  while  lost  in  holy  wonder, 
Why,  O  L  )rd,  such  love  to  me? 

Hallelujah! 
Grace  shall  reign  eternally. 


230 


Time— Happy  Day. 


L.  M. 


1  O  happy  day  I   when  first  we  felt 
Our  souls  with  sweet  contrition  melt, 
And  saw  our  sins,  of  crimson  guilt. 
All  cleansed  by  blood  on  Calvary  spilt, 


2  O  happy  day  !  when  first  thy  love 
Began  our  grateful  hearts  to  move. 
And,  gazing  on  thy  wondrous  cross, 
We  saw  all  else  as  worthless  dross. 

3  O  happy  day  !  when  we  no  more 
Shall  grieve  thee  whom  our  souls  adore  ; 
When    sorrows,    conflicts,    fears    shall 

cease. 
And  all  our  trials  end  in  peace. 

4  O  happy  day  !  when  we  shall  see 
And  fix  our  longing  eyes  on  thee  — 
On  thee,  our  light,  our  life,  our  love. 
Our  all  below,  our  heaven  above  ! 


231 


Tune —  Christmas. 


C.  M. 


1  My  tongue  shall  spread  the  Saviour's 

fame. 
Whose  grace  I  daily  prove  ; 
For  since  my  soul  lias  known  his  name, 
His  banner  has  been — Love. 

2  When  walking  in  the  paths  of  sin, 
I  far  from  him  would  rove. 

By  sweet  constraint  he  drew  me  in, 
And  waved  his  banner — Love. 

3  He  spread  the  banquet,  made  me  eat, 
Bid  all  my  fears  remove; 

Yea,  o'er  my  guilty  rebel  head 
He  placed  his  banner — Love. 

4  When,  weary  of  his  rich  repast, 
I'v^sought,  alas  !   to  rove. 

He  has  recalled  his  faithless  guest. 
And  showed  his  banner — Love. 


232 


IVne —  Woodland. 


1  All  that  I  was, — my  sin,  my  guilt, 
My  dcjith,  was  all  my  own  ; 

yVll  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  tlico, 
My  gracious  God  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 
Was  mine  and  onl}'  mine; 

The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice 
Is  thine  and  only  thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state. 
The  bondage  all  was  mine; 

The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk. 
The  liberty  is  thine. 


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MTMN^S  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


4  Thy  tjrace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin  ; 
It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 

Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am,  even  here  on  earth. 
All  that  I  hope  to  be. 

When  Jesus  comes  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  thee. 


S3 


Tune — German  Air, 


1  Complete  in  thee,  no  work  of  mine 
May  take,  dear  Lord,  the  place  of  thine ; 
Thy  blood  has  pardon  bought  for  me, 
And  I  am  now  complete  in  thee. 

2  Complete  in  thee — no  more  shall  sin. 
Thy  grace  has  conquered,  reign  within; 
Thy  voice  will  bid  the  tempter  flee, 
And  I  shall  stand  complete  in  thee. 

3  Complete   in   thee — each  want   sup- 

plied, 
And  no  good  thing  to  me  denied, 
Since  thou  ray  portion.  Lord,  wilt  be, 
I  ask  no  more — complete  in  thee. 

4  Complete  in  thee,  forever  blest. 
Of  all  thj'  fullness.  Lord,  possessed, 
Thy  praise,  throughout  eternity. 
Thy  love  I'll  sing — complete  in  thee. 

234  Tune— Ware.  L.  M. 

1  Can  it  be  right  for  me  to  go 

On  in  this  dark,  uncertain  way  ? 

Say  "  I  believe,"  and  yet  not  know 

Whether  my  sins  are  put  away  ? 

2  Is  this  the  way  to  treat  the  God 
Who  bids  me  love  and  trust  him  now? 

Is  this  the  way  to  use  the  word 
Given  to  guide  me  here  below  ? 

3  How  can  I  forth  to  sinners  go. 
And  tell  of  grace  so  rich  and  free, 

If  all  the  while  I  do  not  know 
Whether  that  grace  has  smiled  on 
me? 

4  How  can  it  be  ray  joy  to  dwell 

On  the  rich  power  of  Jesus'  blood, 
If  all  the  while  I  can  not  tell 

That   it   has   sealed   my  peace  with 
God? 


5  How  can  I  be  like  Christ  below — 
How  like  my  Lord,  in  witness  shine; 

Unless  with  conscious  joy  I  know 
His  Father  and  his  God  as  mine? 

235  Tmie—Oal;.  Cs  &  is. 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  rae ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down. 

Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  ray  dreams  I'll  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee, 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven  ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  ine, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thco, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 
Cleaving  the  sky. 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly; 
Still,  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

336  Time— I  Do  Believe.  C.  TI. 

1  Lord,  I  believe;  thy  power  I  own. 

Thy  word  I  would  obey  ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 

When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


6': 


2  Lord,  I  believe;  but  gloomy  fears 
Sometimes  bedim  my  sight; 

I  look  to  thee  with  pr.-iyers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  stiength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  oft,  I  know. 
My  faith  is  cold  and  weak ; 

My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek  ! 

4  Yes!  I  believe;   and  only  thou 
Canst  give  my  soul  relief: 

Lord,  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow; 
"  Help  thou  mine  unbelief!" 


237   Tune — Cross  and  Crown,  or  Maitland.  CM.  239 


2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trini  the  golden  flume; 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  "Watch  ! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command ; 
And  while  we  speak,  he's  near; 

Mark  every  signal  of  bis  hand. 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O,  happy  servant  he. 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  soo, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, — 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
AVho  once  went  sorrowing  here; 

For  now  they  taste  unmingled  love 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, — 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me ! 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 
At  Jesus'  pierced  feet. 

Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown. 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And    palms   shall    wave,   and    harps 

shall  ring, 
Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 
The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives  no  more  to  die  ! 

6  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 
O  resurrection  day! 

Te  angels,  from  his  throne  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away  1 

23S  Tune — Gerar.  S.  M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watch  before  his  gate. 


Taue — Anvem. 


L.  M. 


1  He  livoth  long  who  liveth  Avell ! 
All  other  life  is  short  and  vain  ; 

He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  living  most  for  heavenly  gain. 

2  He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well  I 
All  else  is  being  flung  away; 

He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 
Of  true  things  truly  done  each  day. 

3  Be  what  thou  seemest;  live  thy  creed  ; 
Hold  up  to  earth  the  torch  divine; 

Be  what  thou  prayest  to  be  made; 
Let  the  great  Master's  steps  be  thine. 

4  Fill  up  each  hour  with  what  will  last; 
Buy  up  the  moments  as  they  go ; 

The  life  above,  when  this  is  past. 
Is  the  ripe  fruit  of  life  below. 

5  Sow  love,  and  taste  its  fruitage  pure; 
Sow    peace,    and    reap    its     harvest 

bright ; 
Sow  sunbeams  on  the  rock  and  moor, 
And  find  a  harvest-home  of  lio-ht. 


240 


Tune —  Woodsloclc. 


C.  M. 


1  Our  life  seems  like  an  idle  play. 
And  various  as  the  wind ; 

We  laugh  and  sport  our  hours  away, 
Nor  think  of  woes  behind. 

2  See  the  fair  cheek  of  beauty  fade. 
Frail  glory  of  an  hour  ; 

And  blooming  youth,    with  sickening 
head, 
Droops  like  the  dying  flower. 


•  6S 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


3  Our  pleasures,  like  the  morning  sun, 
Dilnise  a  flattering  light; 

But  gloomy  clouds  obscure  their  noon. 
And  soon  they  sink  in  night. 

4  Wealth,  pomp,  and  honor  we  behold 
With  an  admiring  eye; 

Like  summer  insects,  drest  in  gold, 
That  fluttter,  shine,  and  die. 

5  One  little  moment  can  destroy 
Our  vast  laborious  schemes; 

Then  rise  my  soul  and  soar  away 
From  these  deceitful  dreams. 

6  Up  where  eternal  beauties  bloom. 
And  pleasures  all  divine; 

Where  wealth,  that  never  can  consume. 
And  endless  glories,  shine. 


241 


Tune—  Ward. 


1  Let  all  who  name  his  blessed  name. 
Who  once  for  sinners  shed  his  blood, 

Depart  from  sin,  and  count  it  shame 
To  live  like  those  who  know  not  God. 

2  What  kind  of  persons  should  they  be. 
Whose  names  appear  enrolld  above  ? 

The  people  whom  the  Lord  makes  free, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love. 

3  What  kind  of  persons  should  they  be? 
How  blameless  should  their  life  ap- 
pear, 

Who  hope  the  Lord  in  heaven  to  see. 
And  dwell  with  him  for  ever  there. 

4  With  hopes  so  blessed  and  so  bright. 
Of  heaven  they  well  may  think  and 

talk; 
And,  being  children  of  the  light. 
As  children  of  the  light  should  walk. 


242 


Tune — Henry. 


1  Lord,  give  me  light  to  do  thy  work  ; 
For  only,  Lord,  from  thee 

Can  come  the  light,  by  which  these  eyes 
The  way  to  work  can  see. 

2  In  plainest  things  I  daily  err, 
When  walking  in  the  liglit 

The  wisdom  of  this  world  aflbrds, 
However  fair  and  bright. 


3  In  word,  and  plan,  and  deed  I  err, 
When  busiest  in  thy  work  ; 

Beneath  the  simplest  forms  of  truth 
The  subtlest  errors  lurk. 

4  The  way  is  narrow,  often  dark, 
With  lights  and  shadows  strewn  ; 

I  wander  oft,  and  think  it  thine, 
When  walking  in  my  own. 

5  Yet  pleasant  is  the  work  for  thee, 
And  pleasant  is  the  way  ; 

But,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark,  and  I 
Am  prone  to  go  astray. 

6  Oh  send  me  light  to  do  thy  work  I 
More  light,  more  wisdom  give  ! 

Then  shall  I  work  thy  work  indeed, 
While  on  thine  earth  I  live. 

243  Tune—Manoah.  C.  M. 

1  Loud   was  the  wind,   and   wild   the 

tide ; 
The  ship  her  course  delayed  ; 
The  Lord  came  to  their  help,  and  cried, 
'"Tis  I:  be  not  afraid!" 

2  Who  walks  the  waves  in  wondrous 

guise. 
By  nature's  laws  unstaid  ? 
"'Tis  I,"  a  well-known  voice  replies, 
"  'Tis  I :  be  not  afraid  !" 

3  Thus  when  the  storm  of  life  is  high, 
Come,  Saviour,  to  my  aid  ! 

Come,  when  no  other  help  is  nigh. 
And  saj'',  "  Be  not  afraid." 

4  Speak,  and  my  griefs  no  more  are 

heard  ; 
Speak,  and  my  fears  are  laid ; 
Speak,    and    my   soul    shall    bless   the 
word, 
'"Tis  I:  be  not  afraid." 

244  Tune— Crawford.  $3  A  7s. 

1  One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 

One  by  one  the  moments  fall ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going, 

Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 
One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee, 

Lot  tliy  whole  strength  go  to  each ; 
Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee. 

Learn  thou  first  what  these  can  teach. 


HYMWS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


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2  One  by  one,  bi'ight  gifts  from  heaven, 
Joys  are  sent  thee  here  below; 

Take  them  readily  when  given, 

Ready,  too,  to  let  them  go. 
One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee, 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band; 
One  will  fade  as  others  greet  thee 

Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

3  Do  not  look  at  life's  long  sorrow ; 
See  how  small  each  moment's  pain  ; 

God  will  help  thee  for  to-morrow, 

So  each  day  begin  again. 
Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly, 

Has  its  task  to  do  or  bear  ; 
Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 

If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

4  Do  not  linger  with  regretting. 
Or  for  passing  hours  despond. 

Nor,  thy  daily  toil  forgetting, 

Look  too  eagerly  beyond. 
Hours  are  polden  links,  God's  token, 

Reaching  heaven  ;   but,  one  by  one. 
Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken. 

Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


245 


Tune — Dunlap^s  Creek. 


CM. 


1  As   pants  the  hart  for  cooling  stream 
When  heated  in  the  chase. 

So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee. 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  : 

0  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  majesty  divine? 

3  "Why   restless,    why  cast   down,  my 

soul  ? 
Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

246  Tune—Malleville.  7s  &  Gs. 

1  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  very  poor  ; 

A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way. 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  ray  strength  and  stay. 


2  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus, 
I  need  a  friend  like  thee, 

A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me : 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial. 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

3  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus, 
I  need  thee,  day  by  day, 

To  fill  me  with  thy  fullness, 

To  lead  me  on  my  way ; 
I  need  thy  Holy  Spirit 

To  teach  me  what  I  am, 
To  show  me  more  of  Jesus, 

To  point  me  to  the  Lamb. 

4  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus, 
And  hope  to  see  thee  soon 

Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  thy  throne  ; 
There,  with  thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shjill  ever  be. 
To  sing  thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  thee. 

24T 


Tune — Melody. 


C.  M. 


1  Jesus,  thou  art  my  righteousness. 
For  all  my  sins  were  thine  ; 

Thy  death    hath   bought    of   God   my 
peace. 
Thy  life  hath  made  him  mine. 

2  Spotless  and  just  in  thee  I  am ; 
I  know  my  sins  forgiven  ; 

I  taste  salvation  in  thy  name, 
And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 

This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea. 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

248  Tune—Mauoah.  C.  M. 

1  Oppress'd  with  noonday's  scorching 

heat. 
To  yonder  cross  I  flee. 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat; 
No  shade  like  this  for  me ! 

2  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst, 
A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 

And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst; 
No  spring  like  this  for  mo  I 


•yo 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


3  A  straiiEjor  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 
Beneath  this  spreriding  tree; 

Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent; 
No  home  like  this  for  me  ! 


4  For  burdened  ones  a  restinj 
Bciide  that  cross  I  see; 

Here  I  cast  oif  my  weariness 
No  rest  like  this  for  me! 


-place, 


249  Tune— Forever  with  the  Lord.     S.  M.  D. 

1  I  hear  the  words  of  love, 
I  gaze  upon  the  blood, 

1  see  the  mighty  sacrifice, 
And  I  have  peace  with  God. 

2  'Tis  everlasting  peace! 
Sure  as  Jehovah's  name, 

'Tis  stable  as  his  steadfast  throne, 
For  evermore  the  same. 

3  The  clouds  may  go  and  come, 
And  storms  may  sweep  my  sky. 

This   blood-sealed   friendship   changes 
not, 
The  cross  is  ever  nigh. 

4  ^ly  love  is  ofttimes  low, 
^ly  joy  still  ebbs  and  flows, 

But  peace  with  him  remains  the  same, 
No  change  Jehovah  knows. 

250  Tune—Olmutz.  S.  M. 

1  "  Who  touched  me?"  dost  thou  ask, 
Lord,  I  confess,  'twas  I — 

"Some  one  hath  touched  me;"  yes,  0 
Lord, 
Trembling,  I  own  'twas  1 1 

2  I  came,  Lord,  and  I  touched. 
For  sore  I  needed  thee  ; 

Forth   from   thee   straight    the   virtue 
came, — 
Lord,  thou  hast  healed  me. 

3  And  wouldst  thou  frown  on  me? 
Dost  thou  tlie  boon  repent? 

"Why,  then,  Lord,  didst   thou    pass   so 
near, 
As  if  to  me  just  sent? 

4  Thou,  Lord,  wert  passing  by : 
I  knew  all  heaven  was  there; 

A  heaven  of  healing  and  of  love 
Thou  didst  within  thee  bear. 


5  A  heaven  of  grace  and  peace. 

Of  pardon  and  of  joy ; 
Lord,  wouldst  thou  have  me  let  thee 
pass, 

And  all  that  heaven  go  by! 

251  Tune—Olinulz.  S.  M. 

1  Not  what  these  hands  have  done 
Can  save  this  guilty  soul ; 

Not  what  this  toiling  flesh  has  borno 
Can  make  my  spirit  whole. 

2  Not  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  God; 
Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 
Can  bear  my  awful  load. 

3  Thy  work  alone,  O  Christ, 
Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin  ; 

Thy  blood  alone,  O  Lamb  of  God, 
Can  give  me  peace  within. 

4  Thy  love  to  me,  O  God, 
Not  mine,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

Can  rid  me  of  this  dark  unrest, 
And  set  my  spirit  free. 

5  I  praise  the  God  of  grace; 

I  trust  his  truth  and  might; 

He  calls  me  his,  I  call  hitn  mine, 

My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

6  'Tis  he  who  saveth  me. 
And  freely  pardon  gives; 

I  love  because  he  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  he  lives. 


252  Tune— Ferguson.  S.  M. 

1  When  Syria's  leprous  chief 
From  fair  Damascus  came, 

Fir'd  with  the  hopes  of  sure  relief, 
By  great  Elisha's  fame — 

2  The  holy  prophet  stood 
Attentive  to  his  strain. 

And  bid  him  wash  in  Jordan's  flood, 
And  instantly  be  clean. 

3  The  means  of  cure  appear'd 
So  humbling  to  his  pride. 

With  high  disdain  the  warrior  heard. 
And  sternly  thus  replied: 


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71 


4  "To  wash  in  Jordan's  flood, 
I  can't  approve  as  meet, 

When  Pharpar's  streams  are  known  to 
lave 
My  own  Damascus'  feet. 

5  "  What  business  have  I  here, 
Far  from  my  native  place? 

Could  not  I  wash  in  water  there, 
And  there  receive  the  grace?" 

6  Thus  men  neglect  the  use 

Of  means  which  God  makes  known. 
And  in  their  room  would  introduce 
Inventions  of  their  own. 


253 


Tune— Wells. 


L.  M. 


1  Hark  !  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear. 
Come,  tremltling  soul,  dispel  thy  fear, 
He  saith,  and  vvho  his  word  can  doubt, 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out! 

2  Doth  Satan  fill  you  with  dismay, 
And  tell  you,  Clirist  will  cast  away; 
It  is  a  truth,  why  should  you  doubt  ? 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out! 

3  Doth  sin  appear  before  your  view, 
Of  scarlet  or  of  crimson  hue? 

If  black  as  hell,  why  should  you  doubt? 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out ! 

4  The  Publican  and  dying  Thief 
Applied  to  Christ,  and  found  relief; 
Nor  need  you  entertain  a  doubt ; 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out ! 

5  Approach  your  God,  make  no  delay, 
He  waits  to  welcome  you  to-day; 

His  mercy  try,  no  longer  doubt; 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out! 


254 


Tune — Hebron. 


L.  M. 


1  Jesus,    dear    name,    how    sWeet    it 

sounds ! 
Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds  ! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free; 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die ; 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree : 
Come,  thoughtless  sinner,  come  and  see. 


3  Your   sins   did   pierce    his   bleeding 

heart. 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part: 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee; 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His   blood  will   cleanse   the    foulest 

stain. 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 
His  fountain  open  stands  for  thee; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

255  Tune— Luther's  Hymn.  L.M. 

1  He   speaks  1     The   gracious  words   I 

hear; 
Gently  he  bids  me  now  draw  near; 
He  calls  me,  and  I  know  his  tone, 
'Tis  love  that  speaks,  and  love  alone. 

2  No    more,    earth's    siren    song    has 

charms 
To  lure  me  to  the  siren's  arms; 
Saviour,  thou  callest,  and  I  come. 
Thy   cross   my  guide,   my  star,    my 

home. 

3  Thou  art  my  all,  above,  below; 
Let  everj'  earthly  idol  go; 

My  God  and  Lord,  to  thee  I  come. 
My  treasure  and  my  song  alone. 

4  Oh,  speak  again,  oh,  speak  each  hour, 
Speak  in  Almighty  love  and  power; 

Speak  to  this  faithless,  trustless  heart, 
Bid  doubt  and  unbelief  depart. 


256 


Tune — Jesus  Paid  it  All. 


I  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 

Remains  for  me  to  do ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all; — 

Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 


Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 

Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

2  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Stoop'd  down  to  do  and  die, 

Everything  was  fully  done; 

'Tis  finished,  was  his  cry. 

Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 


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3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 
Oh,  wherefore  toil  you  so  ? 

Cease  your  doing — all  was  done ; 
Yes,  ages  long  ago. 

Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 
Alone  by  simple  faith, 

"Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing. 
Your  "doing"  ends  in  death. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

5  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing  "  down, 
Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet ; 

Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 
All  glorious  and  complete. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 


Time— Jesus  Paid  it  All. 


Is  &,  ds. 


257 

1  I've  cast  my  deadly  doing  down, 
Down  at  Jesus'  feet; 

1  stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 

Glorious  and  complete. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
And  something  either  great  or  small. 

From  love  to  him  I'll  do. 

2  Now,  to  Jesus'  work  I'll  cling. 
By  a  simple  faith  ; 

Doing  was  a  "deadly"  thing, 
It  would  have  been  my  death. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

3  Legal  works  I've  given  o'er, 
Jesus  is  my  all; 

Sins  that  tasted  sweet  before 
Upon  my  senses  pall. 

Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 


25S  Time— SI.   Thomas.  S. 

1  He  gave  me  back  the  bond. 
It  was  a  heavy  debt ; 

And  as  he  gave,  he  smiled  and  said, 
"Thou  wilt  not  me  forget." 

2  He  gave  me  back  the  bond. 
The  seal  was  torn  away ; 

And  as  he  gave,  he  smiled  and  said, 
"  Think  thou  of  me  alway." 


3  That  bond  I  still  will  keep. 
Although  it  canceled  be ; 

It  tells  me  what  I  owe  to  Him 
Who  paid  the  debt  for  me. 

4  I  look  on  it  and  smile, 
I  look  again  and  weep; 

This  record  of  His  love  to  mo 
Forever  will  I  keep. 

5  A  bond  it  is  no  more; 
But  it  shall  ever  tell. 

That  all  I  owed  was  fully  paid 
By  my  Emmanuel. 


259 


Tune — Shining  Sliore. 


S3  A  7a. 


1  I've   found   a    Friend;    oh,    such   a 

Friend! 

He  loved  me  ere  I  knew  him  ; 
He  drew  me  with  the  chords  of  love. 

And  thus  he  bound  me  to  him. 
And  round  my  heart  still  closely  twine 

Those  ties  which  naught  can  sever, 
For  I  am  his,  and  he  is  mine. 

For  ever  and  for  ever. 

2  I've    found   a   Friend ;    oh,   such   a 

Friend! 

He  bled,  he  died  to  save  me; 
And  not  alone  the  gift  of  life. 

But  his  own  self  he  gave  me. 
Naught  that  I  have  my  own  I  call, 

I  hold  it  for  the  Giver: 
My  heart,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  all. 
Are  his,  and  his  for  ever. 

3  I've   found   a   Friend ;    oh,   such    a 

Friend! 

All  power  to  him  is  given. 
To  guard  me  on  my  onward  course, 

And  bring  me  safe  to  heaven. 
Th'  eternal  glories  gleam  afar. 

To  nerve  my  faint  endeavor: 
So  now  to  watch,  to  work,  to  war, 

And  then  to  rest  for  ever! 


260 


Tune — St.  MarlitHt. 


C.  1\' 


1  The  sinner  who,  by  precious  faith, 

Has  felt  his  sins  forgiv'n. 
Is  from  that  moment  pass'd  from  death, 

And  seal'd  an  heir  of  heav'n. 


HTMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


'^S 


2  Ten    thousand   snares   surround    his 

feet, 
Not  one  shall  hold  him  fast; 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 
He'll  reach  his  home  at  last. 

3  Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  gives, 
He^s  an  unchanging  friend  ; 

Whom  once  he  loves,  he  never  leaves, 
But  loves  him  to  the  end. 

4  Else  Satan  might  full  vict'ry  boast; 
The  church  might  wholly  fall ; 

If  one  believer  may  be  lost, 
Then,  surely,  so  may  all. 

5  But  Christ  in  every  age  has  prov'd 
His  cov'nant  sure  and  true; 

If  this  foundation  be  remov'd. 
What  shall  the  righteous  do? 

6  But  being  pledg'd  to  carry  on, 
To'its  perfection  full, 

That  work  of  grace  he  has  begun, 
The  saints  shall  never  fall. 


261 


Tune — Never  be  Afraid. 


1  Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 
Think  how  much  a  word  can  do; 

Never  be  afraid  to  own  your  Saviour, 
He  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 

Chorus. 

Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 

Never,  never,  never; 

Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 
Therefore  never  be  afraid. 

2  Never  be  afraid  to  work  for  Jesus, 
In  his  vineyard  day  by  day; 

Labor  with  a  kind  and  willing  spirit, 
He  will  all  your  toil  repay. 

3  Never  be  afraid  to  bear  for  Jesus 
Keen  reproaches  when  they  fall; 

Patiently  endure  your  every  trial, 
Jesus  meekly  bore  them  all. 

4  Never  be  afraid  to  live  for  Jesus; 
Since  you  on  his  care  depend, 

Safely  shall   you   pass   through   every 
trial ; 
He  will  bring  you  to  the  end. 


5  Never  be  afraid  to  die  for  Jesus; 

He  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
Gently  in  his  arms  of  love  will  bear  you 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day. 


262 


Tune — Brace. 


C.  M. 


1  The  highest  and  the  holiest  place 
Guards  not  the  heart  from  sin  ; 

The  Church,  that  safest  seems  without. 
May  harbor  foes  within. 

2  Thus  in  the  small  and  chosen  band, 
Beloved  above  the  rest, — 

One  fell  from  his  apostleship, 
A  traitor-soul  unblest. 

3  Righteous,  0  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways ; 
Long  as  the  worlds  endure. 

From  foes  without  and  foes  within 
Thy  Church  shall  stand  secure. 

4  The  soul  that  sinneth,  it  shall  die ; 
But  thy  plans  never  fail : 

Thy  word  of  grace  no  less  shall  stand. 
Thy  truth  no  less  prevail. 


263 


Tune — Dwight, 


S.  M. 


1  The  first  sad  hours  of  shame 
One  promise  bright  bestow  : 

The  woman's  Seed  shall  rise  at  length. 
And  bruise  the  deadly  foe. 

2  Where  sin  abounded  once, 
Grace  shall  abound  much  more; 

Woman,  the  first  to  fall  and  sin. 
The  great  Redeemer  bore. 

3  Happy  the  favored  womb, 
Happy  the  sacred  breast. 

Where  lay  awhile  the  Lord  of  Life, 
And  where  his  lips  were  prest. 

4  But  doubly  blest  are  they 
Who  hear  and  keep  his  will ; 

In  them  by  faith  is  Jesus  formed. 
And  dwells  within  them  still. 

5  And  still  the  gracious  words 
To  each  believer  sound: 

"  Hail,  highly  favored  1  with  the  Lord 
Thou  hast  acceptance  found." 


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264  Tune— Stella.  C.  M.  D. 

1  The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 
The  brightness  of  the  day, 

The  crimson  of  the  sunset  ^ky, 

How  fast  they  fade  away  ! 
Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven ! 

Oh,  for  the  golden  floor! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

That  setteth  nevermore  ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 
How  fast  they  tire  and  faint! 

How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 
That  wraps  an  earthly  saint! 

Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins  ! 
Oh,  for  a  soul  made  white! 

Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  nor  night! 

3  Here  faith  is  ours  and  heavenly  hope. 
And  grace  to  lead  us  higher ; 

But  there  &re  perfectness  and  peace 

Bej'ond  our  best  desire. 
Oh,  by  thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord  I 

Oh,  by  th}'  life  laid  down! 
Oh,  that  we  fall  not  from  thy  grace, 

Nor  cast  away  our  crown. 

28S  Tune — German  Air.  L.  M. 

1  Guard  well  thy  lips  ;  none,  none  can 

know 

AVhat  evils  from  the  tongue  may  flow; 

What  guilt,  what  grief  may  be  incur- 
red, 

By  one  incautious,  hasty  word. 

2  "Condemn  not,  judge  not;"    not  to 

man 
Is  given  his  brother's  faults  to  scan ; 
One  task  is  thine,  and  one  alone. 
To  search  out  and  subdue  thine  own. 

3  Indulge  no  murmurings;  O  restrain 
Tiiose  lips  so  ready  to  complain  ; 
And  if  they  can  be  numbered,  count 
Of  one  day's  mercies  the  amount. 

4  Set  God  before  thee  ;  every  word 
Thy  lips  pronounce  by  him  is  heard  ; 
O  couldst  thou  realize  this  thought, 
"What   care,   what   caution,    would    be 

taught  I 


5  "  The  time  is  short;  "  this  day  may  be 

The  very  last  assigned  to  thee: 

So  speak  that  shouldst  thou  ne'er  speak 

more, 
Thou    may'st    not    this    day's     words 

deplore. 


266 


Tune — Angry  Words. 


1  Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken 
In  a  rash  and  thouglitless  hour; 

Brightest  links  of  life  are  broken 
By  their  deep,  insidious  power. 

Hearts  inspired  by  warmest  feeling, 
Ne'er  before  by  anger  stirr'd. 

Oft  are  rent,  past  human  feeling. 
By  a  single  angry  word. 

2  Poison-drops  of  care  and  sorrow. 
Bitter  poison-drops,  are  they, 

Weaving  for  the  coining  morrow 
Saddest  memories  of  to-day. 

Angry  words, — oh,  let  them  never 
From  the  tongue  unbridled  slip  1 

May  the  heart's  best  impulse  ever 
Check  them  ere  they  soil  the  lip  1 

3  Love  is  much  too  pure  and  holy, 
Friendship  is  too  sacred  far. 

For  a  moment's  reckless  folly 

Thus  to  desolate  and  mar. 
Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken, 

Bitterest  thoughts  are  rashly  stirr'd, 
Brightest  links  of  life  are  broken 

By  a  single  angry  word. 


267 


78,  4  lineo. 


1  Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee; 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind — 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind. 

2  Let  us  for  each  other  care; 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear; 
To  thy  Church  a  pattern  give; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

3  Free  from  anger  and  from  prido. 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express — 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 


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4  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above; 
On  the  wings  of  angels  fly; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

268  Tune— Retreat.  L.  M. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove; 
Through    sleep   and    darkness    safely 

brought, 

Restored     to     life,    and     power,     and 
thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of   God,  new  hopes  of 

heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  And, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task. 
Will  furnish  all  we  need  to  ask, 
Koom  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

269  T>me~Lishon.  S.M. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Thou  Day-star  from  on  high  ! 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  thy  rising  beams 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now ! 
How  dark  and  sad  before! — 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  day. 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 


270  Tune—Rolhwell.  L.  M, 

1   In  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigns, 

And  endless  grandeur  there  sustains; 

AVe  view  his  beams,  and  from  afar 

Hail  him  the  bright,  the  morning  star.  ]0h,  with  what  joy  they  went  away! 


2  Blest  star!  where'er  his  lustre  shines, 
He  all  the  soul  with  grace  refines; 
And  makes  each  happy  saint  declare. 
He  is  the  bright,  the  morning  star. 

3  Sweet  star  !  his  influence  is  divine; 
Life,  peace,  and  joy,  attending  shine; 
Death,  hell,  and  sin,  before  him  flee: 
The  bright,  the  morning  star  is  He. 

4  Great     star !      in     whom     salvation 

dwells. 
His  beam  the  thickest  cloud  dispels; 
The  grossest  darkness  flies  afar. 
Before  this  bright,  this  morning  star. 

5  Most  glorious  star !  be  thou  our  guide. 
Nor  from  our  souls  thy  splendor  hide ; 
Let  nothing  thy  sweet  beams  debar, 
Thou  only  bright  and  morning  star. 

6  Eternal  star  !  our  songs  shall  rise. 
When  we  shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies  ; 
And,  in  eternal  anthems,  there 
Praise   thee,  the   bright,  the   morning 

star. 

271  Tmie—Balerma.  C.  M. 

1  Attend,  O  Lord,  my  daily  toil. 
With  blessings  from  above; 

Grant  that  my  soul  may  watchful  be. 
And  full  of  faith  and  love. 

2  In  all  my  many  pleasant  tasks, 
Let  me  united  find. 

With  careful  Martha's  busy  hand, 
Sweet  Mary's  docile  mind. 

3  Amid  the  various  scenes  of  life, 
In  matters  great  and  small. 

Oh,  let  me  ne'er  indulge  in  pride! 
Nor  angry  words  let  fall. 

4  May  I  with  willing,  cheerful  heart, 
My  brother's  burden  share, 

And  never  bring  reproach  upon 
The  holy  name  I  bear. 

272  Time -Retreat.  L.  M. 

1  At  even  e'er  the  sun  was  set. 
The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  thee  lay; 
Oh,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met! 


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2  Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 
Oppressed  with  various  ills  draw  near: 
What  if  thy  form  we  can  not  see? 
"We  know  and  feel  that  thou  art  here. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel; 
For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  thee  well. 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had. 

4  And  some  have  found  the  world  is 

vain, 
Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free; 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them 

pain, 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  thee. 

5  And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 
For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin ; 
And  tliey,  who  fain  would   serve  thee 

best, 
Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 

6  O  Saviour  Christ,  thou  too  art  man  ; 
Thou    hast    been    troubled,    tempted, 

tried ; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very   wounds   that  shame   would 

hide. 

7  Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power ; 
No  word  from  thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 


2T3 


Tune — Eiion^s  Isle.         L.  M.,  0  lines. 


1  Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save, 
"Whose   arm    hath   bound    the    restless 

wave, 
"Who  bid'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

2  O   Christ,    whose   voice    the    waters 

heard 
And  hushed  their  raging  at  thy  word. 
Who  walkedst  on  the  foaming  deep, 
And  calm  amidst  its  rage  didst  sleep  ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 


3  Most  Holy  Spirit,  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude. 
And  bid  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  give,  for  wild  confusion,  peace ; 

O  hear  us  when  we  crj  to  thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

4  O  Trinity  of  love  and  power. 

Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour; 
From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe. 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go; 
Thus  evermore  shall  rise  to  thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and 
sea. 


274 


Til  ne — Protection . 


lis. 


1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want 

shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I 
rest; 
He   leadeth   my   soul   where   the    still 
waters  flow. 

Restores    me    when   wandering,    re- 
deems when  opprest. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of 

death  though  I  stray. 

Since  thou  art  my  guardian  no  evil  I 
fear; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  bo 
my  stay ; 

No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Com- 
forter near. 

3  In  the  midst  ©f  affliction  my  table  is 

spread : 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup 

runneth  o'er; 
With  perfume  and  oil,  thou  anointest 

my  head; 
Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence 

more? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bounti- 

ful God, 

Still  follow  my  steps,  till  I  meet  thee 
above: 
I   seek,  by  the   path   which   my  fore- 
fathers trod 

Through  the  land   of  their  sojourn, 
thy  kingdom  of  love. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


T-y 


275  Tune—Medfield.  C.  M. 

1  Fill  thou  my  life,  O  Lord,  my  God, 
In  every  part  with  praise; 

That  my  whole  being  may  proclaim 
Thy  being  and  thy  ways. 

2  Praise  in  the  common  things  of  life, 
Its  goings  out  and  in. 

Praise  in  each  duty  and  each  deed, 
However  small  and  mean. 

3  Praise  in  the  common  words  I  speak, 
Life's  common  looks  and  tones, 

In  intercourse  at  hearth  or  board 
With  my  beloved  ones. 

4  Not  in  the  temple-crowd  alone, 
Where  holy  voices  chime, 

But  in  the  silent  paths  of  earth. 
The  quiet  rooms  of  time. 

5  Fill  every  part  of  me  with  praise; 
Let  all  my  being  speak 

Of  thee  and  of  thy  love,  0  Lord, 
Poor  though  I  be,  and  weak. 

Part  I. 
STG  Tune— Brown.  C.  M. 

1  O,  mean    may   seem    this    house    of 

clay- 
Yet  'twas  the  Lord's  abode; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear. 
This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep, 

These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear. 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep. 

3  This  world  the  Master  overcame, 
This  death  the  Lord  did  die; 

O  vanquished  world  !  O  glorious  shame ! 
O  hallowed  agony ! 

4  O  vale  of  tears,  no  longer  sad. 
Wherein  the  Lord  did  dwell  I 

O  holy  rohe  of  flesh,  that  clad 
Our  own  Emmanuel! 


Part  II. 
Tune — Peniel. 


C.  M 


1  Our  very  frailty  brings  us  near 
Unto  the  Lord  of  heaven; 

To  every  grief,  to  every  tear, 
Such  glory  strange  is  given. 


2  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 
Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  thee, 

Not  always  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

3  Our  earthly  garments  thou  hast  worn, 
And  we  thy  robes  shall  wear, 

Our  mortal  burdens  thou  hast  borne. 
And  we  thy  bliss  may  bear. 

4  O  mighty  grace,  our  life  to  live, 
To  make  our  earth  divine! 

O  mighty  grace,  thy  heaven  to  give. 
And  lift  our  life  to  thine ! 

5  O  strange  the  gifts,  and  marvelous, 
By  thee  received  and  given. 

Thou  tookest  woe  and  grief  from  us, 
And  we  receive  thy  heaven  ! 


Oiy?       Time — Forever  with  the  Lord.      S.  M.  D. 

1  "Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 
Amen  !  so  let  it  bo! 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
And  immortality ! 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  him  I  roam. 

Yet  nightly  pitch  mj'  moving  tent, 
A  day's  march  nearer  home! 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high. 
Home  of  my  soul  !  how  near 

At  times  to  faith's  far-seeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

4  Yet  clouds  will  intervene. 
And  my  bright  prospect  flies; 

Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

5  Anon  the  clouds  depart, 
The  winds  and  waters  cease; 

While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

6  Then,  then  I  feel,  that  he, 
Kemembered  or  forgot, 

My  Lord,  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  him  not ! 


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2T8  Tune— Rest.  L.  M. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing. 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest. 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

gl^g  Tune— Rest.  L.  M. 

1  Dear   is    the   spot   where   Christians 

sleep. 
And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits 

pour; 
Oh  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep? — 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

2  Secure  from  every  mortal  care. 
By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 

Eternal  happiness  they  share 

Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

3  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above. 
In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar. 

Embracing,  in  the  arms  of  love, 

The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

4  To  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come, 
And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 

Jesus,  convey  us  safely  home. 

To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

280  Tune—Shawmui.  S.  M. 

1  Lie  down,  frail  body,  here, 
Earth  has  no  fairer  bed, 

No  gentler  pillow  to  aflbrd  ; 
Come,  rest  thy  home-sick  head. 

2  Thro'  these  well-guarded  gates 
No  foe  can  entrance  gain  ; 

No  sickness  wastes,  nor  once  intrudes 
The  memory  of  pain. 

3  The  tossings  of  the  night. 
The  frettiiigs  of  the  day. 

All  end,  and,  like  a  cloud  of  dawn, 
Melt  from  thy  skies  away. 


4  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand. 

Rest  for  the  thought-worn  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary  way-sore  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now. 

5  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 
Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye; 

Thro'   these  parched  lips  of  thine   no 
more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

6  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 
Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 

That  shakes  these  silent  chamber-walls 
And  calls  thee  from  the  ground. 


281  Time—Lahan.  S.  M. 

1  A  few  more  suns  shall  set 
O'er  these  dark  hills  of  time; 

And  we  shall  be  where  suns  are  not, 
A  far  serener  clime. 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild  rocky  shore  ; 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

4  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 
Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way ; 

And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
The  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

5  Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  sweet  day ; 

O  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 


282 


Tune — Rockbridge. 


L.  M. 


1  Shine  on,  sweet  sun,  and  let  my  day 
Grow  brighter,  as  the  gentle  hour?. 

Moving  in  silent  love,  draw  up 

The  incense  of  the  noonday  flowers. 

2  I  need  not  fear  the  awful  night 
That  prophet-pens  foretell  as  near; 

For  me  there  is  no  cloud  nor  gloom, 
My  firmament  is  fair  and  clear. 


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3  It  may  be  that  the  wrath  may  burst, 
And  nations  drink  the  cup  of  ill ; 

I  need  not  tremble  at  the  storm, 
My  summer  shall  be  summer  still. 

4  Like  the  fair  stars  my  peace  shall  be; 
My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 

My  anchor  is  within  the  vail, 

And  there  my  soul  hath  her  abode. 

283  Time— Yates.  8s&7s. 

1  Shall  this  life  of  mine  be  wasted  ? 
Shall  this  vineyard  lie  untilled? 

Shall  true  joy  pass  by  untasted, 
And  this  soul  remain  unfilled  ? 

Shall  this  heart  still  spend  its  treasures 
On  the  things  that  fade  and  die? 

Shall  it  court  the  hollow  pleasures 
Of  bewildering  vanity  ? 

2  Shall  these  eyes  of  mine  still  wander ; 
Or,  no  longer  turned  afar. 

Fix  a  firmer  gaze  and  fonder 

On  the  bright  and  morning  star? 

Shall  these  feet  of  mine,  delaying. 
Still  in  ways  of  sin  be  found, 

Braving  snares,  and  madlj'  straying 
On  the  world's  bewitching  ground  ? 

3  No,  I  was  not  born  to  trifle 
Life  away  in  dreams  or  sin  ! 

No,  I  must  not,  dare  not  stifle 
Longings  such  as  these  within  ! 

Swiftly  moving,  upward,  onward, 
Let  my  soul  in  faith  be  borne ; 

Calmly  gazing,  skyward,  sunward. 
Let  my  eye  unshrinking  turn ! 

4  "Where  the  cross,  God's  love  reveal- 

ing. 

Sets  the  fettered  spirit  free, 
"Where  it  sheds  its  wondrous  healing, 

There,  my  soul,  thy  rest  shall  be. 
Then  no  longer  idly  dreaming 

Shall  I  fling  my  years  away; 
But,  each  precious  hour  redeeming, 

Wait  for  the  eternal  day  I 

234  Tune— Scioto.  S.  M. 

1   Make  haste,  O  man,  to  live, 
For  thou  so  soon  must  die; 

Time  hurries  past  thee  like  the  breeze  ; 
How  swift  its  moments  fly. 


2  To  breathe,  and  wake  and  sleep. 
To  smile,  to  sigh,  to  grieve; 

To  move  in  idleness  through  earth, 
This,  this  is  not  to  live! 

3  Make  haste,  O  man,  to  do 
"Whatever  must  be  done; 

Thou  hast  no  time  to  lose  in  sloth, 
Thy  day  will  soon  be  gone. 

4  Up  then  with  speed,  and  work; 
Fling  ease  and  self  away; 

This  is  no  time  for  thee  to  sleep, 
Up,  watch  and  work  and  pray  1 

5  Make  haste,  0  man,  to  live. 
Thy  time  is  almost  o'er  ; 

Oh  sleep  not,  dream  not,  but  arise, 
The  Judge  is  at  the  door. 


285 


C.  M.  D. 


1  O  streams  of  earth Ij'  love  and  joy, 
On  whose  green  banks  we  dwell, 

Gleaming  in  beauty  to  the  eye, 
Ye  promise  fair  and  well ! 

2  Ye  lure  us,  and  we  venture  in, 
Cheated  by  sun  and  smiles; 

Ye  tempt  us,  and  we  brave  your  depths, 
"Won  by  your  winning  wiles. 

3  Too   deep   and   strong  for  us! — "We 

glide 
Down  your  deceiving  wave; 
Like  men,  by  siren  song  beguiled 
On  to  a  siren  grave. 

4  O   world  I    with   all  thy  smiles   and 

loves, 
"With  all  thy  song  and  wine. 
What  mockery  of  human  hearts, 
What  treachery  is  thine  I 

5  Thou  woundest,  but  thou  canst  not 

heal. 
Thy  words  are  warbled  lies  ; 
Thy  hand  contains  the  poisoned  cup. 
And  he  who  drinks  it  dies. 

6  0  world  !  there's  fever  in  thy  touch, 
And  frenzy  in  thine  eye; 

To  lose  and  shun  thee  is  to  live, 
To  win  thee  is  to  die! 


so 


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286 


CM, 


1  There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when, 
A  point,  we  know  not  where, 

That  marks  the  destiny  of  men, 
To  glory  or  despair. 

2  There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen, 
That  crosses  every  path  ; 

The  hidden  boundary  between 
God's  patience  and  his  wrath. 

3  To  pass  that  limit  is  to  die, 
To  die  as  if  by  stealth; 

It  does  not  quench  the  beaming  eye, 
Or  pale  the  glow  of  health. 

4  The  conscience  may  be  still  at  ease, 
The  spirits  light  and  gay ; 

That  which  is  pleasing  still  may  please 
And  care  be  thrust  away. 

5  But  on  that  forehead  God  has  set, 
Indelibly,  a  mark, 

Unseen  by  man,  for  man  as  yet 
Is  blind  and  in  the  dark. 

6  And   yet   the    doomed    man's   path 

below. 
Like  Eden,  may  have  bloomed; 
He  did  not,  does  not,  will  not  know, 
Or  feel  tliat  he  is  doomed. 

7  He  knows,  he  feels,  that  all  is  well, 
And  every  fear  is  calmed  : 

He  lives,  he  dies,  he  wakes  in  hell. 
Not  only  doomed,  but  damned. 

8  O  where  is  this  mysterious  bourne, 
By  which  our  path  is  crossed  ; 

Beyond  which,  God  himself  hath  sworn, 
That  he  who  goes  is  lost  ? 

9  How  far  may  we  go  on  in  sin? 
How  long  will  God  forbear  ? 

"Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 
The  confines  of  despair? 

10  An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent: 
Ye  that  from  God  depart, 

"While  it  is  called  To-day,  repent. 
And  harden  not  your  heart. 


28*7  Tune—Skawmut.  S.  ]\I. 

1  Wrapp'd  in  aChristless  shroud, 
He  sleeps  the  christless  sleep; 

Above  him  the  eternal  cloud. 
Beneath,  the  fiery  deep. 

2  Laid  in  a  christless  tomb. 
There,  bound  with  felon-chain, 

He  waits  the  terrors  of  his  doom,    - 
The  judgment  and  the  pain. 

3  O  christless  shroud,  how  cold, 
How  dark,  O  christless  tomb! 

0  grief  that  never  can  grow  old, 
O  endless,  hopeless  doom ! 

4  O  christless  sleep,  how  sad  ! 
What  waking  shalt  thou  know? 

For  thee  no  star,  no  dawning  glad. 
Only  the  lasting  woe  ! 

5  To  rocks  and  hills  in  vain 
Shall  be  the  sinner's  call ; 

0  day  of  wrath,  and  death,  and  pain. 
The  lost  souVs  funeral ! 

6  O  christless  soul,  awake 
Ere  thy  last  sleep  begin  ! 

0  Christ,  the  sleeper's  slumbers  break. 
Burst  thou  the  bands  of  sin  ! 


288 


Tune —  Woodland. 


CM. 


1  The   winds   were    howling   o'er   the 

deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  'waken'd  from  his  sleep; 
He  spake — and  all  was  still. 

2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 
His  mansion  of  despair: 

Woe  to  the  traveler  who  strayed 
With  heedless  footstep  there  ! 

3  The   chains   bung  broken    from   his 

arm. 
Such  strength  can  hell  supply; 
And  fiendish  hate,  and  fierce  alarm, 
Flash'd  from  his  hollow  eye. 

4  He  met  that  glance,  so  thrilling  sweet; 
He  heard  those  accents  mild  ; 

And,  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child! 


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5  Oh  !  madder  than  that  raving  man ! 

Oh  !  dealer  than  the  sea  ! 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 

To  call  in  vain  on  thee  ? 


289 


Tune — Lijle. 


6s  A  5s,  or  lis. 


1  Oh,  turn  ye  !  oh,  turn  ye  I 
For  why  will  you  die, 

When  God,  in  great  mercy, 

Is  corning  so  nigii  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you; 

The  Spirit  says,  come; 
The  Father  is  waiting 

To  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion, 
That  while  you  delay 

Your  heart  may  grow  better 

By  staying  away. 
Come,  wretched,  come,  starving, 

Gome,  happy  to  be. 
While  streams  of  salvation 

Are  flowing  so  free. 

3  Oh,  how  can  we  leave  you; 
AVhy  will  you  not  come? 

'Tis  Jesus  entreats  you. 
He  bids  you  come  home ; 

Oh,  turn  ye  !  oh,  turn  ye  I 
For  why  will  ye  die, 

When  God,  in  great  mercy. 
Is  coming  so  nigh  ? 


290 


Tune — Shirland. 


S.  M 


1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,   "  Sinner,  come  !  " 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims 
To  all  his  children,   "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 
To  all  about  him,   "Come!" 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  I 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  quickly  come, 
And  freelj'  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 


291 


Ttme — Timna. 


1  We  speak  of  the  mercy  of  God, 
So  boundless,  so  rich,  and  so  free! 

But  what  will  it  profit  my  soul, 
Unless  'tis  relied  on  by  me  ? 

2  We  speak  of  salvation  and  love, 
The  Father  in  Jesus  made  known  ; 

But  if  I  would  live  unto  God, 
By  faith  I  must  make  it  my  own. 

3  We  speak  of  the  Saviour's  dear  name, 
By  which  God  can  sinners  receive; 

Yet  still  I  am  lost  and  undone, 
Unless  in  that  name  I  believe. 

4  We  speak  of  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
Which  frees  from  pollution  and  sin; 

But  its  virtues  by  me  must  be  proved, 
Or  I  shall  be  ever  unclean. 

5  We  speak  of  the  glory  to  come. 

Of  the  heaven  so  bright  and  so  fair; 
But  unless  I  in  Jesus  believe, 
I  shall  not,  I  can  not  be  there. 


292 


TSme — Laconia. 


8s  &  3s. 


1  We're    traveling    home   to    heaven 

above: 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love: 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road : 

Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going   to  walk  the  plains  of 

light : 

Will  you  go? 
Far,  far  from  death  and  curse  and  night : 

Will  3'ou  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  then  shall  wear, 
The   conqueror's   palm  we   then   shall 

bear. 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share: 
Will  you  go  ? 


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3  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight   and 

phxin : 

"Will  you  go  ? 
Kepent,  believe,  be  born  again ! 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see  I  " 

Will  you  go  ? 

4  Oh,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

"  I  will  go." 
Oh,  could  I  hear  him  humbly  pray, 

"  Make  me  go." 
And  all  his  old  companions  tell, 
"  I  will  not  go  with  j'ou  to  hell : 
I  long  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell ; 

Let  me  go." 

293     Time— Goshen  or  Hiyiton.      Ga  &  5s,  or  lis. 

1  We  leave  now  behind  us 
The  world  and  its  crowd; 

We  set  now  before  us 
The  home  of  our  God. 

2  We  take  up  our  cross  now 
To  follow  the  Lamb, 

We  close  round  his  banner, 
For  glory  or  shame. 

3  We  take  up  the  armor 
Our  captain  hath  given, 

The  sword  and  the  breastp'ate, 
The  helmet  of  heaven. 

4  In  faith  thus  defying 
The  foe  and  the  sin. 

We  fight  our  life's  battle; 
We  fiiiht  and  we  win. 


294 


Tune — Wan-ington. 


L.  M. 


1  Oh  !  do  not  let  the  word  depart, 
And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light; 

Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart; 
Thou  wouldst     bo    saved — why    not 
to-night  ? 

2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 
To  bU;ss  thy  long-deluded  sight; 

This  is  the  time.     Oh,  then,  be  wise! 
Thou   wouldst    be    saved — why    not 
to-ninht! 


3  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still. 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite  ? 
Kenounce,  at  length,  thy  stubborn  will; 
Thou    wouldst    be     saved — why  not 
to-night? 

4  The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give — 
It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight ; 

Oh  !  try  the  life  which  Christians  live: 
Thou    wouldst   be    saved — why   not 
to-night  ? 

5  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  ! 
Thou   wouldst   be    saved — why   not 
to-night  ? 

29&  Tune~Amo.  Cs  &  43. 

1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls: 
Ye  wanderers,  come  1 

O  ye  benighted  souls. 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 
For  refuge  fly : 

The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 
Kuin  is  nigh. 

,3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls: 

Oh,  listen  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 

To  Jesus  bow. 

|4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day: 

Yield  to  his  power; 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  awayl 
;     'Tis  mercy's  hour. 

296  Time — Bartimeus.  83  A  7s. 

1  "  Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David  !  " 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed — 

"Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  aflbrd  thine  aid." 

2  Many,  for  hiscrjMng,  chid  him, 
But  he  called  the  louder  still — 

Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  used  to  live; 

But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  he  could  give. 


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4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blind- 

ness, 
Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day !  " 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness. 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around, 

"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
"What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  "  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him 
And  would  be  advised  by  me, 

Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


297 


Tune — Ava. 


Cs  A  4s. 


1  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Filled  with  dismay. 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day. 
Heaven  bids  thee  come 
"While  yet  there's  room, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 

Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
"Why  wilt  thou  die? 

Come  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high. 
Grieve  not  that  love 
"Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

"Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
Where  wilt  thou  flee 

Through  that  long  to-morrow, 

Eternity  ? 
Exiled  from  home. 
Where  wilt  thou  roam? 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Where  wilt  thou  flee  ? 

4  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Lift  up  thine  eye. 

Heirship  thou  canst  borrow 

In  worlds  on  high  ! 
To  that  high  home. 
Through  Christ  alone — • 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Swift  homeward  flyl 


298 


Tune — Stoclcwell. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Souls  of  men,  why  will  ye  scatter 
Like  a  crowd  of  frightened  sheep? 

Foolish  hearts!  why  will  ye  wander 
From  a  love  so  true  and  deep  ? 

2  Was  there  ever  kindest  Shepherd 
Half  so  gentle,  half  so  sweet. 

As  the  Saviour,  who  would  have  us 
Come  and  gather  round  his  feet  ? 

3  He  is  God :  his  love  looks  mighty, 
But  is  mightier  than  it  seems ! 

'Tis  our  Father;  and  his  fondness 
Goes  far  out  beyond  our  dreams. 

4  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 
Than  the  measures  of  man's  mind; 

And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderously  kind. 


299 


Tune — Azmon. 


CM. 


1  Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast; 
O,  come  without  delay  ; 

For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  lovo 
To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 

Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There's  room  within  the  Church,  re- 

deemed 
With  blood  of  Christ  divine; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng  con- 
vened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  among  the 

choir ; 
And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold. 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's   room   around    thy  Father's 

board 
For  thee  and  thousands  more: 
Oh,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord  1 
1    Yes,  come  this  very  hour. 


S4 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


300  Time— Eaton.  L.M.,G  lines. 

1  Around  Betliesda's  healing  wave, 
Waiting  to  hear  the  rustling  wing 

Which  spoke  the  angel  nigh,  who  gave 

Its  virtue  to  that  holy  spring, 
With  patience  and  with  hope  endued, 
Were  seen  the  gathered  multitude. 

2  Bethesda's  pool  has  lost  its  power! 
No  angel,  by  his  glad  descent, 

Dispenses  that  diviner  dower 

Which  with  its  healing  waters  went; 
But  he,  whose  word  surpassed  its  wave. 
Is  still  omnipotent  to  save. 

3  Saviour!  thy  love  is  still  the  same 
As    when    that     healing    word    was 

spoke ; 
Still  in  thine  all  redeeming  name 
Dwells  power  to  burst  the  strongest 

yoke ! 
O,  be  that  power,  that  love,  displayed. 
Help  those  whom  thou  alone  canst  aid  ! 

301  Tune—Ae.  L.  BI.  D. 

1  Health  of  the  weak,  to   make  tliem 

strong ! 
Refuge  of  sinners,  and  their  song  ! 
Comfort  of  each  afflicted  breast ! 
Haven  of  hope  in  realms  of  rest ! 
Lord  of  the  patriarchs  gone  before! 
Light  of  the  prophets'  learned  lore  ! 
Deign  from  thy  throne  to  look  on  me, 
And  hear  my  lowly  litany. 

2  Lead  me,  0  Spirit,  to  the  Son, 
To  taste  and  feel  what  he  has  done; 
To  lay  me  low  before  his  cross, 
And  reckon  all  besides  as  dross ; 
To    speak,    and   think,    and    will,    and 

move. 
And  love,  as    thou  wouldst  have    mo 

love: 
O,  look  upon  this  bended  knee, 
And  hear  my  heart's  own  litany ! 

302  Time— Ganges.  L.  C.  M. 

1  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner  hear  ! 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heav'nly  call  obey  ; 
Flee    from     destruction's      downward 

path. 
Flee    from    the    threat'ning    storm    of 
wrath 
That  rises  o'er  thy  wav. 


Soon  night  comes  on  with  thick' ninj 
shade. 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head. 

The  winds  their  fury  pour: 
The  lightnings  rend  the  earth  and  skies 
The  tiiunders  roar,  the  ilaines  arise; 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour. 

3  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace ; 
Renounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiv'n, 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heav'n, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 


003 


Tune — Dundee. 


itos 


1  In  streets  and  openings  of  the 
Where  pours  the  busy  crowd; 

Thus  heavenly  wisdom  lifts  her  voice 
And  cries  to  men  aloud. 

2  How  long,  ye  scorners  of  the  truth, 
Scornful  will  ye  remain? 

How  long  shall  fools  their  folly  love, 
And  hear  my  words  in  vain? 

3  The  time  will  come,  when  humbled 
low 

In  sorrow's  evil  d:u', 
Your  voice,  by  anguish,  shall  be  taught, 
But  taught'too  late  to  pray. 

4  When,  like  the  whirlwind  o'er  the 
deep. 

Comes  desolation's  blast : 
Pray'rs  then  extorted  will  be  vain; 
The  hour  of  mercy  past. 

304  Tune—Edtuards.  C.  M. 

1  Ho!    ye   that    thirst,   approach    the 
spring 

Where  living  waters  flow; 
Free  to  that  sacred  fountain  all 
Without  a  price  may  go. 

2  How  long  to  streams  of  false  delight 
Will  ye  in  crowds  repair? 

How  long  your  strength  and  substance 
waste 
On  trilles  light  as  air? 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


85 


3  Seek  ye  the  Lord,  while  yet  his  ear 
Is  open  to  your  call ; 

While  oflered  mercy  still  is  near 
Before  his  footstool  fall. 

4  Let  sinners  quit  their  evil  ways, 
*.    Their  evil  thoughts  forego  ; 

And  God,  when  they  to  hiui  return, 
lieturning  grace  will  show. 


000  Tune — Salvation,  or  Resolution.    C.  M.  D. 

1  Ungrateful     sinner!     whence    this 

scorn 
Of  God's  long-suffering  grace? 
And    whence    this    madness,    that    in- 
sults 
The  Almighty  to  his  face? 
Dost  thou  not  know,  self-blinded  man, 

His  goodness  is  design'd 
To  wake  repentance  in  ihy  soul, 
And  melt  thy  haiden'd  mind? 

2  And  wilt  thou  rather  choose  to  meet 
Th'  Almighty  as  thy  foe, 

And  treasure  up  his  wrath  in  store 

Against  the  day  of  woe? 
Soon  shall  that  fatal  day  approach 

Tliat  must  thy  sentence  seal. 
And    righteous    judgments,    now    un- 
known. 

In  awful  pomp  reveal! 


306 


Tune — Mount  Vernon. 


1  &  7s. 


1  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 
Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea  ; 

There's  a  kindness  in  his  justice 
"Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

2  There  is  no  place  where  earth's  sor- 

rows 

Are  more  felt  than  up  in  heaven; 
There   is   no   place   where   earth's  fail- 
ings 

Have  such  kindly  judgment  given. 

3  There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 
And  more  graces  for  the  good; 

There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour; 
There  is  healing  in  his  blood. 


307 


Tune — Middleton. 


8s  &  7s, 


1  There  is  plentiful  redemption 
In  the  blood  that  has  been  shed; 

There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 
In  the  sorrows  of  the  head. 

'Tis  not  all  we  owe  to  Jesus; 
It  is  something  more  than  all; 

Greater  good  because  of  evil. 
Larger  mercy  through  the  fall. 

2  Pining  souls  I  come  nearer  Jesus; 
And  oh  !  come  not  doubting  thus, 

iJiit  with  faith  tliat  trusts  more  bravely 
His  large  tenderness  for  us. 

If  our  love  were  but  more  simple 
We  should  take  him  at  his  word ; 

And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  the  Lord  ! 


308 


Tune—  Lexington, 


7s  &  Gs. 


1  How  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 

There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me. 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  with  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within  ; 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever. 

And  madness  all  combined; 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men,  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 

But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  mj'  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me. 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

4  At  length,  this  great  physician — • 
How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 


86 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case; 

First  gave  me  siglit  to  view  him- 
For  sin  my  sight  had  sealed — 

Then  bade  me  look  unto  him; 
I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith. 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  physician; 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition; 

'Tis  only — look  and  livel 


309  Tune—OaTc.  Cs  &  4s. 

1  Now  I  have  found  a  friend, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
His  love  shall  never  end, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Though  earthly  joys  decrease. 
Though  human  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting  peace; 

Jesus  is  mine! 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
He  will  my  faith  uphold, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
He  shall  my  wants  supply. 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Naught  can  my  hope  destroy, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
In  the  great  judgment  day, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Oh  !  what  a  glorious  thing 
Then  to  behold  my  king. 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine! 

4  Farewell,  mortality  I 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
"Welcome,  eternity ! 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  my  redemption  is, 
"Wisdom  and  righteousness, 
Life,  light,  and  holiness, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 


310  Tune—Joijulhj.  IO3. 

1  Trustingly,  trustingly,  Jesus  to  thee 
Come  I ; — Lord,  graciously,  come  thou 

to  me ! 
Then  shall  I  joyfully,  walk  here  with 

thee : 
Oh !  then,  Lord,  lovingly,  come  thou  to 

me. 
Ah  !  mine  iniquity,  crimson  has  been  ; 
Infinite!  infinite!  sin  upon  sin  ! 
Sin  of  not  loving  thee — Oh,  hateful  sin  ! 
Sin  of  not  trusting  thee — infinite  sin  ! 

2  Sin  hath  gone  over  me,  like  a  dark 

sea — 
"  Lord  thou  hast  died  for  me  " — this  is 

my  plea, 
So  not  despairingly,  come  I  to  thee; 
So  not  distrustingly,  bend  I  the  knee; 
Peacefully,    peacefully,    walk    I   with 

thee; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  thou  art  all,  all  to  me; 
Peace  thou  hast  left  us,  so  rich  and  so 

free, 
Ever  to  dwell  with  us — so  let  it  be  ! 

3  Happily,  happily,  pass  I  along, 
Eager   to  work   for   thee,   earnest   and 

strong ; 
Life  is  for  service  true — life  is  for  song ; 
Life   is   for  battle    too — right    against 

wrong. 
Hopefully,  hopefully,  onward  I  go; 
Cheerfully,  cheerfully,  meet  I  the  foe; 
Crowns  are  awaiting  me,  joys  overflow ; 
Glory  prepared  for  me — forward  I  go ! 

311.  Tune — Fountain,  C.  M. 

1  Think  well  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 
Unto  our  childish  love, 

As  though  by  his  free  ways  with  us 
Our  earnestness  to  prove. 

2  He  gives  himself  as  Mary's  babe 
To  sinners'  trembling  arms. 

And  veils  his  everlasting  light 
In  childhood's  feeble  charms. 

3  His  sacred  name  a  common  word 
On  earth  he  loves  to  heir; 

There  is  no  majesty  in  him 

Which  love  may  not  come  near. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


SK 


4  The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet 
His  paths  are  never  dim; 

And  he  comes  nigh  to  us,  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  him. 

5  His  love  of  us  may  teach  us  how 
To  love  him  in  return ; 

Love  can  not  help  but  grow  more  free 
The  more  its  transports  burn. 


Tune — Uomaine, 


7s  &  6s, 


312 

1  I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus 

When  burdened  with  my  sin; 

I  sought  the  cross  of  Jesus 
To  give  me  peace  within  : 

1  brought  my  soul  to  Jesus; 
He  cleans'd  it  in  his  blood  ; 

And  in  the  cross  of  Jesus 
I  found  my  peace  with  God. 

2  I  love  the  cross  of  Jesus — 
It  tells  me  what  I  am  ; 

A  vile  and  guilty  creature, 

Saved  only  through  the  Lamb. 

No  righteousness,  no  merit, 
No  beauty  can  I  plead; 

Yet  in  the  cross  I  glory, 
My  title  there  I  read. 

3  I  clasp  the  cross  of  Jesus 
In  every  trying  hour, 

My  sure  and  certain  refuge, 

My  never-failing  tower. 
In  every  fear  and  conflict, 

I  more  than  conqueror  am; 
Living  I'm  safe,  or  dying. 

Through  Christ  the  risen  Lamb. 

4  Sweet  is  the  cross  of  Jesus! 
There  let  my  weary  heart 

Still  rest  in  peace  and  safety 

Till  life  itself  depart. 
And  then  in  strains  of  glory 

I'll  sing  thy  wondrous  power, 
"Where  sin  can  never  enter, 

And  death  is  known  no  more. 

313  Time— Beethoven.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  peace  of  God,  sweet  peace  of  God, 

Where  broods   on  earth  this  gentle 

dove. 

Where   spread  those  pure  and   downy 

wings 

To  shelter  him  whom  God  doth  love? 


2  Whence  comes  this   blessing  of  the 

soul, 
This  silent  joy  which  can  not  fade? 
This  glory,  tranquil,  holy,  bright. 
Pervading  sorrow's  deepest  shade  ? 

3  The  peace  of  God,  the  peace  of  God  ! 
It   shines   as   clear  'mid    cloud   and 

storm 
As  in  the  calmest  summer  day, 
'Mid  chill  as  in  the  sunlight  warm. 

4  Oh    peace   of    God!    earth   hath    no 

power 
To  shed  thine  unction  o'er  the  heart; 
Its  smile  can  never  bring  it  here — 
Its  frown  ne'er  bids  its  light  depart. 

5  Calm  peace  of  God,  in  holy  trust, 

In     love     and     faith    thy    presence 
dwells — 
In  patient  suffering  and  toil 

Where     mercy's     gentle     tear-drop 
swells. 

6  Sweet  peace!  Oh  let  thy  heavenly  ray 
Shed  its  calm  radiance  o'er  my  road  ; 

Its  kindly  light  shall  cheer  me  on  — 
Guide  to  the  endless  peace  of  God. 


314  Tune—Reo.  C.  M. 

1  0  faith !  thou  workest  miracles 
Upon  the  hearts  of  men. 

Choosing  thy  home  in  those  same  hearts 
We  know  not  how  nor  when. 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  might'st  have 

had 
More  innocent  than  mine  ; 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine! 

3  How  can  they  live,  how  will  they  die, 
How  bear  the  cross  of  grief. 

Who  have  not  got  the  light  of  faith. 
The  courage  of  belief? 

4  The  crowd   of  cares,  the  weightiest 

cross, 
Seem  burdens  small  and  light, 
And  earth  looks  little  and  so  low. 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 


88 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


315 


Tune — Colchester. 


C.  M. 


1  My  Saviour,  Jesus!  dearest  Lord  1 
"What  art  thou  not  to  me? 

Each  hour  brings  joys  before  unknown, 
Each  day  new  liberty  ! 

2  O  light  in  darkness,  joy  in  grief, 
O  heaven  begun  on  earth  ! 

Jesus,  my  love  !   my  treasure  !   who 
Can  tell  what  thou  art  worth  ? 

3  Oh   wonderful!    that   thou   shouldsL 

let 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine 
Love  thee  with  such  poor  love  as  this, 
And  make  so  free  with  thine. 

4  But  is  there  limit  to  thee,  love? 
Thy  flight  where  wilt  thou  stay  ? 

Oq,  on,  my  Lord  is  sweeter  far 
To-day  than  yesterday. 


5    Burn,    burn,    O    love!     within 
heart. 

Burn  fiercely  night  and  day. 
Till  all  the  dross  of  earthly  loves 

Is  burned,  and  burned  away. 


my 


316 


Tune — Rapture. 


L.  C.  M. 


1  This  did  not  once  so  trouble  me, 
That  better  I  did  not  love  thee; 

But  now  I  feel  and  know 
That  only  when  we  love  we  find 
How  far  our  hearts  remain  behind 

The  love  they  should  bestow. 

2  While  I  had  little  care  to  call 
On  thee,  and  scarcely  prayed  at  all, 

I  seemed  enough  to  pray  ; 
But  now  I  only  think  with  shame 
How  seldom  to  thy  glorious  name 

My  lips  their  otierings  pay. 

3  In  doing  is  this  knowledge  ours, — 
To  see  what  yet  remains  undone; 

With  this  our  pride  repress  : 
And  give  us  grace,  a  growing  store, 
Tiiat  day  by  day  we  may  do  more, 

And  mnv  esteem  it  less. 


317 


Tune — 3Iount  Pisgah. 


1  I  fear  thee,  O  thou  living  God ! 
With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 

And  worsliip  thee  with  trembling  hope 
And  penitential  tears. 

2  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  0  Lord  1 
Almighty  as  thou  art. 

For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  this  poor  heart. 

3  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee. 
No  mother  half  so  mild 

Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  Oh,   then,  this  worse  than  worthless 

heart 
In  pity  deign  to  take. 
And  make  it  love  thee  for  thyself, 
And  for  thy  glory's  sake. 


318  Ttine—Mear.  C.  M. 

1  How  strong  the  thought  of  God  at- 

tracts 
And  draws  the  heart  from  earth, 
And  sicicens  it  of  passing  shows 
And  dissipating  mirth  ! 

2  'Tis  not  enough  to  save  our  souls 
To  shun  the  eternal  fires; 

The   thought   of    God   will    rouse    the 
heart 
To  more  sublime  desires. 

3  Oh !  utter  but  the  name  of  God 
Down  in  your  heart  of  hearts. 

And  see  how  from  the  world  at  onco 
All  tempting  light  departs. 

4  The  perfect  way  is  hard  to  flesh ; 
It  is  not  hard  to  love  ; 

If  thou  wert  sick  for  want  of  God, 
How  swiftly  wouldst  thou  move. 


319  Titne—BraUle  Street.  C.  M.  1 

I  The  thought  of  God,  above,  below 

Around  me  and  within, 
Is  more  to  me  than  health  or  wealth, 

Or  love  of  kith  or  kin. 


HTMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


89 


It  is  a  thought  which  ever  makes 
Life's  sweetest  smiles  from  tears; 

It  is  a  daybrealc  to  our  hopes, 
A  sunset  to  our  fears. 

2  One,  while  it  bids  the  tears  to  flow, 
Then  wipes  them  from  the  eyes, 

Most  often  fills  our  souls  with  joy, 

And  always  sanctifies. 
Within  a  thought  so  great,  our  souls 

Little  and  modest  grow, 
And,  by  its  vastness  awed,  we  learn 

The  art  of  walking  slow. 

3  The    Avild    flower     on     the    grassy 

ground 

Scarce  bends  its  pliant  form, 
When  overhead  th'  autumnal  wood 

Is  thundering  in  the  storm. 
So  is  it  with  our  humbled  souls, 

Down  in  the  thought  of  God, 
Scarce  conscious,  in  their  sober  pace, 

Uf  the  wild  storms  abroad. 


320 


Time — Laight  Street, 


C.  M. 


1  In  pulses  deep  of  three-fold  love, 
Self-hushed  and  self-possessed. 

The  mighty,  unbeginning  God 
Had  lived  in  silent  rest. 

2  No  ties  were  on  his  bliss,  for  He 
Had  neither  end  nor  cause; 

For  his  own  glory  'twas  enough 
That  he  was  what  he  was  1 

3  He   stirred,   and   yet   we   know  not 

how 
Nor  wherefore  he  should  move ; 
In  our  poor  human  words,  it  was 
An  overflow  of  love. 

4  It  was  the  first  outspoken  word 
That  broke  that  peace  sublime; 

An  outflow  of  eternal  love 
Into  the  lap  of  time. 

5  He  stirred,  and  beauty  all  at  once 
Forth  from  his  being  broke; 

Spirit  and  strength,  and  living  life. 
Created  things  awoke. 


6  Order,  and  multitude,  and  light. 
In  beauteous  showers  outstreamed; 

And  realms  of  newly-fashioned  space 
With  radiant  angels  beamed. 


321  Tune— Enfield.  C.  M.  D. 

1  Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear. 
Said  the  Almighty  Lord; 

The  heavens  arose,  the  earth  appeared 

At  his  creating  word. 
Thick  darkness  rested  on  the  deep: 

God  said,   "  Let  there  be  light ;" 
The  light  shone  forth  with  smiling  ray, 

And  scatter'd  ancient  night. 

2  He  bade  the  clouds  ascend  on  high; 
The  clouds  ascend,  iind  bear 

A  wat'ry  treasure  to  the  sky. 

And  float  upon  the  air. 
The  liquid  element  below 

Was  gathered  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  seas  together  flow, 

And  leave  the  solid  land. 

3  With  herbs,  and  plants,  and   fruitful 

trees, 
The  new  form'd  globe  he  crown'd. 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  bless  the  soil. 

Or  sun  to  warm  the  ground. 
Then    high    in     heaven's    resplendent 
arch 
He  placed  two  orbs  of  light; 
He  set  the  sun  to  rule  the  day. 
The  moon  to  rule  the  night. 

4  Next  from   the  deep,   th'    Almighty 

King 

Did  vital  beings  frame; 
Fowls  of  the  air  of  every  wing, 

And  fish  of  every  name. 
To  all  the  various  brutal  tribes 

He  gave  their  wondrous  birth; 
At  once  the  lion  and  the  worm 

Sprang  from  the  teeming  earth. 

5  Then  chief  o'er  all  his  works  below 
At  last  was  Adam  made  ; 

His  Maker's  image  blessed  his  soul, 
And  glory  crown'd  his  head. 

Fair  in  the  Almighty  Maker's  eye 
The  whole  creation  stood  : 

He  viewed  the  fabric  he  had  rais'd — 
"Behold,  'twas  very  good  !" 


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322  Tune— Avon.  C.  M. 

1  There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose 
Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 

Or   streaks   the   humblest    flower   that 
blows, 
But  God  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkliny 

light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

3  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  dis- 

till 
Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill. 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

4  There's  not   a  place  in   earth's  vast 

round. 
In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

5  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 
"Wherever  space  extends, 

There   heaven   displays    its    boundless 
love, 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


323  Tune — Dornance.  8s  &  7s. 

1  God  is  love;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  move ! 

Bliss  he  grants,  and  woe  he  lightens; 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 
Worlds  decay  and  ages  move  ; 

But  his  mercy  waneth  never; 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

■3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
His  unchanging  goodness  proves  ; 

From  the  cloud  his  brightness  stream- 
eth; 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

4  He  our  earthly  cares  entwineth 
AVith  his  comforts  from  above: 

Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 


324  Tune — Emerson.  8s  &  7s 

1  "  Lord,  thy  g-lor)'  fills  the  heaven  ; 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given. 

Holy,  hoi  J,  holy  Lord!" 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing: 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
'  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord     of    hosts,    the     Lord     most 
high!" 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises. 
Brethren,  let  our  tongues  imite, 

While  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 
And  our  love  his  gifts  excite. 

AVith  his  seraph  train  before  him, 
With  his  holy  church  below, 

Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthems  flow: 

3  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord! 

Thus,  thy  glorious  name  confessing. 
We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
'  Holy,  holy,  holy  ' — blessing 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high!" 


32 S  ^'""s — Lonvan.  L.  M. 

1  How  high  thou  art!     Our  songs  can 

own 
No  music  thou  couldst  stoop  to  hear; 
But  still  the  Son's  expiring  groan 
Is  vocal  in  the  Father's  ear. 

2  How  pure  thou  art !     Our  hands  are 

dyed 
AVith    curses,   red   with    murderer's 
hue; 
But  he  hath  stretched  his  hands  to  hide 
The  sins,  that  pierced  them,  from  thy 
view. 

3  How  strong  thou  art !     AVe  tremble 

lest 

The     thunders    of    thine     arm     bo 
moved ; 
But  ho  is  lying  on  thy  breast. 

And   thou  must  clasp  thy  best   be- 
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4  How  kind  thou  art !     Thou  didst  not 

not  choose 
To  joy  in  him  forever  so; 
But  that  embrace  thou  wouldst  not  lose 
For  vengeance,  didst  for  love  forego ! 

5  High  God,  and  pure,  and  strong,  and 

kind! 
The  low,  the  foul,  the  feeble,  spare ! 
The  brightness  in  his  face  we  find — 
Behold  our  darkness  only  there  ! 


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2"n>ie — Neic  Camhriilge, 


1  Oh  God  !  thy  power  is  wonderful, 
Thy  glory  passing  bright; 

Thy  wisdom,  with  its  deep  on  deep, 
A  rapture  to  the  sight. 

2  Thy  holiness  the  gladdest  thing 
Creation  can  behold ; 

Thy  tenderness  so  meek,  it  wins 
The  guilty  to  be  bold. 

3  Prom  thee  were  drawn  those  worlds 

of  Life 
The  Saviour's  heart  and  soul ; 
And,  undiminished  still,  thy  waves 
Of  calmest  glory  roll. 

4  All    things  that  have  been,  all  that 

are, 
All  things  that  can  be  dreamed ; 
All  possible  creations — made. 
Kept  faithful,  or  redeemed. 

5  All  these  may  draw  upon  thy  power, 
Thy  mere  J'  may  command, 

And  still  outflows  thy  silent  sea, 
Immutable  and  grand. 

6  Oh,  little  heart  of  mine  !  shall  pain 
Or  sorrow  make  thee  moan, 

"When  all  this  God  is  all  for  thee, 
A  Father  all  thine  own  ? 


2  He   gives    in    gladsome    bowers    to 

dwell. 
Or  clothes  in  sorrow's  shroud  ; 
His  hand  has  form'd  the  light,  his  hand 
Hath  form'd  the  dark'ning  cloud. 

3  Why  should  a  living  man  complain 
Beneath  the  chastening  rod  ? 

Our  sins  afflict  us;  and  the  cross 
Must  bring  us  back  to  God. 

4  Oh  sons  of  men  !   with  anxious  care 
Your  hearts  and  ways  explore; 

Return  from  evil  paths  to  God, 
Keturn — and  sin  no  more  I 

g<2S  Tune— Naomi.  C.  M. 

1  Father!  thy  power  is  merciful 
To  us  poor  worms  below, 

Not  boimd  by  justice,  but  because 
Thyself  hath  willed  it  so. 

2  The  fallen  creature  hath  no  rights, 
No  voice  in  thy  decrees  ; 

Yet  while  thy  glory  owns  no  claims, 
Thy  love  makes  promises. 

3  O  fearful  thought !  one  act  of  sin 
Within  itself  contains 

The  power  of  endless  hate  of  God, 
And  everlasting  pains! 

4  What  can  I  do  but  trust  thee.  Lord, 
For  thou  art  God  alone? 

My  soul  is  safer  in  thy  hands. 
Father  !  than  in  my  own. 


Til  ne—  Woodstock. 


C.  M. 


Tune — Ilarmomj  Grove. 


CM. 


327 


1  Amidst  the  mighty,  where  is  he 
Who  saith,  and  it  is  done  ? 

Each  varying  scene  of  changeful  life 
Is  from  the  Lord  alone. 


329 

1  I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God! 
And  all  thy  ways  adore, 

And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 
To  love  thee  more  and  more. 

2  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 
Like  prison  walls  to  be, 

I  do  the  little  I  can  do. 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

3  And   when   it    seems    no    chance   of 

change. 
From  grief  can  sot  me  free, 
Hope  finds  its  strength  in  helplessness. 
And  gaily  waits  on  thee. 


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4  Man's  weakness  waiting  upon  God, 
Its  end  can  never  miss, 

For  men  on  earth  no  work  can  do 
More  angel-like  than  this. 

5  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 
To  him  no  chance  is  lost; 

Goil's  will  is  sweetest  to  him,  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 


330 


Tune — Monson. 


1  I  wish  to  have  no  wishes  left, 
But  to  leave  all  to  thee; 

And  yet  I  wish  that  thou  shouldst  will 
Things  that  I  wish  should  be. 

2  And  these  two  wills  I  feel  within. 
When  on  my  death  I  muse ; 

But,  Lord  !  I  have  a  death  to  die, 
And  not  a  death  to  choose. 

3  But  thou  wilt  not  disdain  to  hear 
What  those  few  wishes  are, 

Which  I  abandon  to  thy  love, 
And  to  thy  wiser  care. 

,4  All  graces  I  would  crave  to  have 

Calmly  absorbed  in  one — 
A  perfect  sorrow  for  my  sins, 
Sins  borne  by  Christ  alone. 

5  I  would  the  light  of  reason,  Lord ! 
Up  to  the  last  might  shine. 

That  my  own  hands  might   hold   my 
soul 
Until  it  passed  to  thine. 

6  And  yet,  O  Lord,  whate'er  thy  will. 
For  this  my  death  decree, 

Assured  I  am,  when  I  depart. 
My  soul  shall  rest  with  thee. 

331  Tune—Dmilap's  Creelc.  C.  M. 

1  Ah!  God  is  other  than  we  think; 
His  waj's  are  far  above. 

Far  beyond  reason's  height,  and  reached 
Only  by  child-like  love. 

2  He  hides  himself  so  wondrously, 
As  though  there  were  no  God; 

He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  most  abroad. 


3  Muse  on  his  justice,  downcast  soul ; 
Muse,  and  take  better  heart ; 

Back  with  thine  armor  to  the  field, 
And  bravely  do  thy  part. 

4  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God; 
And  right  the  day  must  win ; 

To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

332  Tune—Zerah.  C.  M. 

1  Calm,  on  the  listening  ear  of  night. 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains. 

Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 
Shed  sacred  glories  there. 

And  angels,  with  their  glittering  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 
Send  back  the  glad  reply. 

And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 
There  comes  a  holier  calm  ; 

And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise. 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 
Loud  with  their  anthems  ring — 

"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King." 

6  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  I 
The  Saviour  now  is  born  ! 

And    bright    on     Bethlehem's    joyous 
plains 
Breaks  the  first  Advent  morn. 

333  Tune—Gruner.  Sa,  78,  &  4s. 

1  Listen  to  the  gospel,  telling 
How  the  Lord  was  crucified; 

How  upon  the  cross  he  suffered. 
When  he  bowed  his  head  and  died. 
All  for  sinners ! 
Come,  then,  to  his  bleeding  side. 

2  Listen  to  the  gospel  calling! 
Hear,  O  sinner,  and  obey  ! 

Come  to  Jesus,  he  will  save  you, 
Now,  no  longer  stay  away; 
He  invites  you ; 
Sinner,  then,  make  no  delay. 


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3  Listen  to  the  gospel  pleading, 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  arise; 

Come  and  cast  yourself  on  Jesus, 
He  to  none  his  love  denies; 
Trust  him  freely, 
Wait  no  longer ;  now  be  wise. 

4  Listen  to  the  gospel,  blessing 
All  who  trust  the  Saviour's  love; 

And  to  those  who  now  obey  him, 
Bringing  pardon  from  above ; 
Careless  sinner, 
"Will  you  still  refuse  to  love? 

5  Listen  to  the  gospel  warning; 
All  who  stay  away  must  die; 

Come,  then,  while  all  things  are  ready, 
Mercy  calls  you  from  on  high; 
Come  and  welcome, 
Hear,  oh  hear,  the  Saviour  cry! 


334  Tune—Edmeston.  C.  M. 

1  A  pilgrim  thro'  this  lonely  world 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed  ; 

A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he^ 
A  dying  lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  which  felt  for  all. 
For  us  its  life-blood  gave  ; 

It  found  on  earth  no  resting  place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave  1 


335 


Tune — Aspiration, 


1  Oh,  my  dear  Saviour,  when  thy  cares. 
Thy  toils  for  me  I  read, 

My  eyes  run  o'er  with  grateful  tears, 
And  I  bow  down  my  head. 

2  Thy  suffering  life  I  can  not  trace. 
Or  read  thy  sacred  word; 

But  I'm  o'ercome  with  thankfulness 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 

.3  "What  am  I,  Lord,  that  thou  so  much 
Shouldst  love  and  value  me? 

Vile  dust  I  am,  yet  thou  for  such 
Didst  bear  thy  misery. 


336 


Tune — Jesus  Wept. 


a,  7s,  &  7s. 


1  Jesus  wept !  those  tears  are  over, 
But  his  heart  is  still  the  same; 

Kinsman,  Friend,  and  Elder  Brother, 

Is  his  everlasting  name. 
Saviour,  who  can  love  like  thee? 
Gracious  one  of  Bethany  ! 

2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  us. 
When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 

I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus — 
Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
Truly,  none  can  feel  like  thee. 
Weeping  one  of  Bethany  ! 

3  Jesus  wept,  and  still  in  glory 

He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear — 
Living  to  retrace  the  story 

Of  the  hearts  he  solaced  here. 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die. 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany ! 

4  Jesus  wept !  that  tear  of  sorrow 
Is  a  legacy  of  love; 

Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 

He  the  same  siiall  ever  prove. 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 
Living  one  of  Bethany  I 


337 


Tune —  Upton. 


L.  M. 


1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead. 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 

The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led. 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triu^nphal  chariot  waits. 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  I 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ! 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right — 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who? 
The  Lord,  who  all  his  foes  o'ercame; 

The   world,  sin,    death,    and   hell  o'er- 
threw, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 


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5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

6  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 
The      Lord,    of      boundless     might 

possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too — 
Lord  over  all,  forever  blest. 


338 


Tune — Merdin. 


7s,  68,  &7s. 


1  Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision. 

All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian; 
Lo!    we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Sons  of  righteousness  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Ploods  of  everlasting  light 
Freely  flash  before  him  ; 

Myriads,  with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  him  ; 
Trumpets  loud  resound  his  fame; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name; 
Heaven  resounding  with  the  theme. 

3  Hark  !   the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  raethinks,  to  seize  us; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus!    Jesus! — flow  along. 


339 


Tune — New  Haven. 


1  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad  1 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world  ; 
Toll  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won. 
Tell  from  his  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 


2  Far  over  sea  and  land, 

Go,  at  your  Lord's  command; 

Bear  ye  his  name  ; 
Bear  it  to  every  shore, 
Regions  unknown  explore, 
Enter  at  every  door; 

Silence  is  shame. 

3  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love: 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to  fly  ; 
They  who  his  message  bear 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear; 
He  will  their  friend  appear, 

He  will  be  nigh. 

4  "When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep. 

Stayed  on  his  word ; 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand — 

Jesus,  their  Lord. 

340  Tune— Ware.  L.  M. 

1  Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide: 

The  sun,  that  lights  its  shining  folds. 
The  cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Fling  out  the  banner!  angels  bend, 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign; 

And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  love  divine. 

3  Fling  out  the  banner !  heathen  lands 
Shall  see,  from  far,  the  glorious  sight, 

And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner !  sin-sick  souls, 
That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife. 

Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem, 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  I  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide; 

Our  glory,  only  in  the  cross; 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucifled. 

6  Fling  out  the  banner !   wide  and  high, 
Seaward  and  skyward,  let  it  sliine; 

Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit,  ours; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 


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341 


Tune — Asmon. 


C.  M 


1  Jesus  is  God  !  oh,  could  I  now 
But  compass  land  and  sea, 

To  teach  and  tell  this  single  truth, 
How  happy  I  should  he  I 

2  Jesus  is  God !  alas  !  tliey  say 
On  earth  the  numbers  grow. 

Who  his  divinity  blaspheme, 
To  their  unfailing  woe. 

3  And  yet,  what  is  the  single  end 
Of  this  life's  mortal  span, 

Except  to  glorify  the  God 
Who  for  our  sakes  was  Man? 

4  Oh,  had  I  but  an  angel's  voice, 
I  would  proclaim  so  loud — 

Jesus,  the  good,  the  beautiful. 
Is  everlasting  God! 


342 


Tune — Siloam. 


CM, 


1  Thou      God,     whose     thoughts    are 

brightest  light. 
Whose  love  runs  always  clear, 
To  whose  kind  wisdom  sinning  souls 
Amidst  their  sins  are  dear. 

2  Sweeten  all  proud  and  bitter  hearts 
With  charity  like  thine. 

Till  self  shall  be  the  only  spot 
On  earth,  which  does  not  shine. 

3  Thou   art   the   unapproached,   whose 

height 
Enables  thee  to. stoop. 
Whose  holiness  bends  undefiled 
To  handle  hearts  that  droop. 

4  How  thou  canst  think  so  well  of  us. 
Yet  be  the  God  thou  art, 

Is  darkness  to  my  intellect. 
But  sunshine  to  my  heart. 

5  Yet  habits  linger  in  the  soul — 
More  grace,  O  Lord  !   more  grace  ! 

More  sweetness  from  thy  loving  heart ! 
More  sunshine  from  thy  face  I 


343  ^«»« — •^'fi"'  TIaven  6a  &,  4.3. 

1  Let  us  awake  our  joys  ; 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voico. 

Each  creature  sing : 
Angels,  begin  the  song  ; 
Mortals,  the  strain  prolong. 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 

"Jesus is  King." 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name; 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame  1 

What  wonders  done ; 
Above,  beneath,  around, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound. 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"  Victory  is  won." 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell. 
And  our  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners,  rejoice  ; 
His  dying  love  adore: 
Praise  him  now  raised  in  power; 
Praise  him  for  evermore 

With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day 
When,  through  the  heavenly  way, 

Lo !  he  shall  come, 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail; 
His  promise  shall  not  fail: 
Saints,  see  your  king  prevail: 

Great  Saviour,  come. 

344  Tune— Melody,  or  Clielmnford.         C.  M. 

1  A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye. 
Can  win  their  way  above; 

If  mountains  can  be  moved  by  faith. 
Is  there  less  power  in  love? 

2  How  little  of  that  road,  my  soul  I 
How  little  hast  thou  gone  ! 

Take  heart,  and  let  the  thought  of  God 
Allure  thee  further  on. 

3  The  freedom  from  all  willful  sin. 
The  Christian's  daily  task, — 

Oh,  these  are  graces  far  below 
What  longing  love  would  askl 

4  Dole  not  thj'  duties  out  to  God, 
But  let  thy  hand  be  free  ; 

Look  long  at  Jesus;   his  sweet  blood, 
How  was  it  dealt  to  thee  ? 


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o4c5  Th)!/! — Maitlund,  or  Cross  and  Crown.  C.  M. 

1  How  shalt  thou  bear  the  cross  that 

now 
So  dread  a  weight  appears  ? 
Keep  quietly  to  God,  and  think 
Upon  the  eternal  years. 

2  Thy  self-upbraiding  is  a  snare, 
Thougii  meekness  it  appears  ; 

More  huniMing  is  it  far,  for  theo 
To  face  the  eternal  years. 

3  Brave  quiet  is  the  thing  for  thee, 
Chiding  thy  sciv.pulous  fears; 

Learn  to  be  real,  from  the  thought 
Of  the  eternal  years. 

4  Be  patient,  suffer  like  a  child, 
Nor  be  ashamed  of  tears  ; 

Kiss  the  sweet  cross,  and  in  thy  heart 
Sing  of  th'  eternal  years. 

5  Death  will  have  rainbows  round  it 

seen 
Through  calm  contrition's  tears; 
If  tranquil  hope  but  trims  her  lamp 
At  the  eternal  years. 

6  He  practices  all  virtue  well 
Who  his  own  cross  reveres. 

And  lives  in  the  fiiniiliar  thought 
Of  the  eternal  years  1 


346 


Tune — Neiv  Camhridge. 


0.  M. 


1  Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 
Chase  all  your  feai's  away; 

And  bow  with  reverence  down,  to  see 
The  place  whore  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus    low    the    Lord    of    life    was 

brought — 
Such  wonders  love  can  do! 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
"Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 
And  still  your  sorrows  rise, 

Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished 
grave, 
Then  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 


4  But  dry  your  tears,  and  tune  your 
songs. 

The  Saviour  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 

The  conqueror  could  detain. 


34T  Tune— Stella.  C.  M.  D. 

1  Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord, 

In  thee  I  fix  my  trust. 
Encouraged  by  thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

1  have  no  argument  beside, 
I  urge  no  other  plea; 

And  'tis  enough — the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

2  When   storms   of  fierce   temptation 

beat, 
And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy  seat, 

My  hope  within  the  vail. 
From    strife    of    tongues,    and    bitter 
words. 
My  spirit  flies  to  thee; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords — 
My  Saviour  died  for  rae. 

3  And   when    thy   awful   voice    com- 

mands 
This  body  to  decay. 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away — 
Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak 

My  voice  shall  call  on  thee. 
And    ask    for    strength    in    death    to 
speak — 
"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 


348 


Tune —  Vxhridge. 


L.  M. 


1  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around. 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea; 

Yet,  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee; 
O!  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppress'd. 

How  sweet  the  bidding,    "  Come  to 
me!" 


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911 


3  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 
From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see; 

"When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  me." 

4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die; 
Earth  is  no  resting  place  for  thee; 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion,   "  Come  to  me." 

5  O,  voice  of  mercy!  voice  of  love! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 

vSupport  me,  cheer  me  from  above ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

349  Tune— Christmas.  0.  M. 

1  While    others    crowd   the   house    of 

mirth, 
And  haunt  the  gaudy  show. 
Let  such  as  would  with  wisdom  dwell, 
Frequent  the  house  of  woe! 

2  Better  to  weep  with  those  who  weep, 
And  share  the  afilicted's  smart. 

Than  mix  with  crowds  in  giddy  joys 
That  cheat  and  wound  the  heart! 

3  The  wise  in  heart  revisit  oft 
Grief's  dark  sequestered  cell ; 

The  thoughtless  still  with  levity 
And  mirth  delight  to  dwell. 

4  When  virtuous  sorrow  dims  the  eye. 
And  tears  bedew  the  face, 

The  soul  is  led  to  solemn  thought 
By  sanctifying  grace. 

350  Tune—Let  me  Go.  8s&7s. 

1  Oh  how  kindly  hast  thou  led  me. 
Heavenly  Father,  day  by  day  I 

Found   my  dwelling,  clothed  and  fed 
me, 

Furnished  friends  to  cheer  my  way ! 
Didst  thou  bless  me,  didst  thou  chasten. 

With  thy  smile,  or  with  thy  rod, 
'Twas  that  still  my  step  might  hasten 

Homeward,  heavenward,  to  my  God. 

2  Oh,  how  slowly  have  I  often 
Followed    where    thy    hand    would 

draw  ! 
How  thy  kindness  failed  to  soften ! 
How  thy  chastening  failed  to  awe  ! 


Make  me  for  thy  rest  more  ready, 

As  thy  path  is  longer  trod  ; 
Keep  me  in  thy  friendship  steady, 

Till  thou  call  me  home,  my  God  ! 

3oX  Tune — Protection.  lis. 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on 

our  way; 
The  Lord  is  our  leader,  his  word  is  our 

stay; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial 

be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge,  and  whom  can 

we  fear  ? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the 

faint ; 
The  weak  and  oppressed,  he  will  hear 

their  complaint; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the 

road. 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in 

God. 

3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  foot- 

steps he  leads ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert,  how  kindly  he 

feeds ! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly 

bears, 
And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe 

from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our 

God  is  our  light; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God 

is  our  might; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we 

come ; 
The  Lord  is  our  leader,  and  heaven  is 

our  home. 


Tune — Brown. 


0.  M. 


352 

1  Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  .steps,  whate'er  betide, 

With  watchful   care  their  charge  de 
fend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

2  Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands, 
Sent  by  the  King  of  k'Hgs, 

Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands. 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHUMCH. 


3  Jehovah's  charioteers  surround  ; 
The  ministerial  choir 

Encamp,  where'er  his  heirs  are  found, 
And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 

4  Ten  thousand  offices  unseen 
For  us  they  gladly  do, 

Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen, 
And  safe  escort  us  through. 

5  But   thronging    round,    with   busiest 

love 
They  guard  the  dying  breast, 
The  lurking  fiend  far  off  remove. 
And  sing  our  souls  to  rest. 

6  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign. 
On  outstretched  wings  they  bear. 

And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  Divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 


3S3  Tmic—Eomainc.  7s  &  6s. 

1   As  flows  the  rapid  river, 

With  channel  broad  and  free, 
Its  waters  rippling  ever, 

And  hastening  to  the  sea  ; 
So  life  is  onward  flowing, 

And  days  of  oftered  peace. 
And  man  is  swiftly  going 

Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 


2  As  moons  are  ever  waning. 
As  hastes  the  sun  away, 

As  stormy  winds,  complaining. 
Bring  on  the  wintry  day; 

So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us — 
The  darkness  of  the  grave; 

The  death  is  just  before  us ; 
God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure 
Laid  up  in  worlds  above  ? 

And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 
Thy  God  to  praise  and  love  ? 

Beware  lest  death's  dark  river 
Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll. 

And  thou  lament  forever 
The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 


354 


Tune — Harwell. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Harp,  awake!   tell  out  the  story 
Of  our  love,  and  joy,  and  praise; 

Lute,  awake !  awake  our  glory  I 
Join  a  thankful  song  to  raise! 

Join  we,  brethren,  faithful-hearted. 
Lift  the  solemn  voice  again 

O'er  another  year  departed 

Of  our  threescore  years  and  ten. 

2  Lo!  a  theme  for  deepest  sadness, 
In  ourselves  with  sin  defiled  ; 

Lo  !  a  theme  for  holiest  gladness, 

In  our  Saviour  reconciled  ! 
In  the  dust  we  bend  before  thee. 

Lord  of  sinless  hosts  above; 
Yet  in  lowliest  joy  adore  thee, 

God  of  mercy,  grace,  and  love ! 

3  Gracious  Father!   thou  hast  length- 

en'd, 
And  hast  blest  our  mortal  span. 
And  in  our  weak  hearts  hast  strencrth- 
en  d 
What  thy  grace  alone  began  ! 
Still,  when  danger  shall  betide  us, 
Be  thy  warning  whisper  heard; 
Keep  us  at  thy  feet,  and  guide  us 
By  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  1 

4  Let  thy  favor  and  thy  blessing 
Crown  the  year  we  now  begin  ; 

Let  us  all,  thy  strength  possessing. 
Grow  in  grace,  and  vanquish  sin. 
Storms  are  round  us,  hearts  are  quail 

Signs  in  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea; 
But,  when  heaven  and  earth  are  fail- 
ing, 
Saviour!  we  will  trust  in  thee! 


399  Tune — Smyrna.  8s  &  '> 

1  Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers. 

Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ; 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 

And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 
Life  is  real !   life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  return  est, 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul  I 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


99 


2  Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 
Is  our  destined  end  and  way; 

But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 
Find  us  further  than  to-day. 

Lives  of  true  men  all  remind  us 
We  can  make  our  lives  sublime, 

And,  departing,  leave  behind  us 
Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time. 

3  Footprints  which  perhaps  another, 
Sailing  o'er  life's  solemn  main, 

A  forlorn  and  shipwrecked  brother 
Seeing,  shall  take  heart  again. 

Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 
With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 

Still  achieving,  still  pursuing. 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 


356  Tune— Naomi.  C.  M 

1  O  Lord!  I  live  always  in  pain, 
Mj'  life's  sad  under-song  ; 

Pain  in  itself  not  hard  to  bear. 
But  hard  to  bear  so  long. 

2  Little,  sometimes,  weighs  more  than 

much, 
When  it  has  no  relief; 
A  joj'less  life  is  worse  to  bear 
Than  one  of  active  grief. 

3  And  yet,  O  Lord!  a  suffering  life 
One  grand  ascent  may  dare; 

Penance,  not  self-imposed,  can  make 
The  whole  of  life  a  prayer. 

4  All  murmurs,  lie  inside  th}--  will, 
Which  are  to  thee  addressed  ; 

To  sutler  for  thee  is  our  work. 
To  think  of  thee,  our  rest. 

35*T  Ttme-mward.  C.  M. 

1  Years  fly,  O  Lord !  and  every  year 
More  desolate  I  grow  ; 

My  world  of  friends  thins  round  me  fast, 
Love  after  love  lies  low. 

2  There    are    fresh   gaps    around    the 

hearth, 
Old  places  left  unfilled, 
And  young  lives  quenched  before  the 

old. 
And  th'  love  of  old  hearts  chilled. 


3  Dear  voices  and  dear  faces  missed, 
Sweet  households  overthrown; 

And  what  is  left — oft  sad  to  see. 
As  th'  thought  of  what  is  gone. 

4  But  all  by  thee  is  sanctified — 
This  rupture  with  the  past; 

For  thus  we  die  before  our  deaths, 
And  so  die  well  at  last. 


358  Tune—Chimes.  C.  M. 

1  To  fear  is  harder  than  to  weep ; 
To  watch,  than  to  endure; 

The  hardest  of  all  griefs  to  bear 
Is  grief  that  is  not  sure. 

2  To  Took  a  sorrow  in  the  face 
False  magnitude  imparts; 

All  sorrows  look  immensely  largo 
Unto  our  little  hearts. 

3  Least  griefs  are  more  than  we  can 

bear. 
Each  worse  than  those  before ; 
Our  own  griefs  always  greater  griefs 
Than  those  our  fathers  bore. 

4  The  griefs  Ave  have  to  bear  alone 
The  griefs  that  we  can  share. 

Our  single  griefs,  our  crowded  griefs, 
Which  are  the  worst  to  bear? 

5  Dear  Lord  !  in  all  our  loneliest  pains 
Thou  hast  the  largest  share; 

And  that  which  is  u'nbearable, 
'Tis  thine,  not  ours,  to  bear. 

6  Alas  !  we  have  so  little  grace, 
With  love  so  little  burn,"" 

That  the  hardest  of  our  works  for  God 
Is  to  comfort  those  who  mourn. 

359  Tane—Horton.  7s,  sinslo, 

1  Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
Sent  the  gracious  Comforter; 
Promise  of  our  parting  Lord, 
Jesus,  to  his  heaven  restored. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  eternal  God, 
Makes  in  mortals  his  abode; 
By  his  grace  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindles  there  a  holv  li'-c. 


too 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHUBCH. 


3  Never  will  he  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  an  humble  heart; 
Carrying  on  his  work  within, 
Striving  till  he  cast  out  sin. 

4  There  he  helps  our  feeble  moans, 
Deepens  our  imperfect  groans  ; 
Intercedes  in  silence  there, 
Breathes  the  unutterable  prayer. 


360 


Tune — Olmulz. 


thee 


1  Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
Oh,  thou  afflicted!  come; 

The   God    of    peace    shall    meet 

there;  , 

He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now  ; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise. 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 


3  Te  aged,  hither  come, 
For  you  have  felt  his  love; 

Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be 
dumb, 
Tour  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne 
Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 
In  mercy  looks  on  all — 

Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery, 

And  hearest  the  mourner's  call — 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling  place 
Bear  our  frail  spirits  on. 

Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace. 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 


361 


Tune —  Downs, 


I   can   not  pray ;    yet.    Lord !    thou 

knowest 
The  pain  it  is  to  me 
To  have  my  vainly  struggling  thoughts 
Thus  torn  away  from  thee. 

3  Yet  thou  art  oft  most  present.  Lord  I 
In  weak  distracted  prayer  ; 

A  sinner  out  of  heart  with  self 
Most  often  finds  thee  there. 

4  For   prayer  that   humbles,   sets   tho 

soul 
From  all  illusions  free, 
And  teaches  it  how  utterly. 
Dear  Lord  !  it  hangs  on  thee  I 

5  My  Saviour!  why  should  I  complain, 
And  why  fear  aught  but  sin  ? 

Distractions  are  but  outward  things; 
Thy  peace  dwells  far  within. 

6  These  surface  troubles  come  and  go. 
Like  rufflings  of  the  sea  ; 

The  deeper  depth  is  out  of  reach 
To  all,  my  God,  but  thee. 


1  Ah,  Nearest  Lord  !  I  can  not  pray  ; 

My  fancy  is  not  free  ; 
Unmtinnerly  distractions  come, 

And  force  my  thoughts  from  thee. 


362 


Tune — Rockingham . 


CM. 


1  Here  cares  and  angry  passions  cease. 
For  saints  together  meet 

To  spend  an  hour  of  prayer  and  peace 
At  their  Redeemer's  feet. 

2  No    sculptured    wonders    meet   the 

sight. 
Nor  pictured  saints  appear, 
Nor  storied  window's  gorgeous  light, 
For  God  himself  is  here. 

3  And  here  are  comrades  in  the  war 
With  Satan  and  with  sin. 

Who  now  in  God's  own  favor  share. 
And  soon  their  heaven  will  win. 

4  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  bless 
This  consecrsitod  day, 

Unfolds  his  wondrous  promises 
And  makes  it  sweet  to  pray. 

5  Glory  to  God  !  who  deigns  to  hear 
The  humblest  sigh  we  raise. 

And  answers  every  heartfelt  prayer. 
And  hears  our  hymns  of  praise. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


lOl 


363  Tune—WooMde.  CM, 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree; 

And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 


3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul. 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love. 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 


4  There,  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 


Tune — Dennis, 


S.  M. 


364 

1  Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near ; 

There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood. 
Which  sprinkled  round  I  see. 

Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  Beyond  our  utmost  wants, 
His  love  and  power  can  bless: 

To  praying  souls  he  always  grants 
More  than  they  can  express. 

360       Tune—Salvation,  or  Resolution,    C.  M.  D. 

1  Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord,  our  God, 

With  contrite  hearts  return  ; 
Our  God  is  gracious,  nor  will  leave 

The  desolate  to  mourn. 
His  voice  commands  the  tempest  forth. 

And  stills  the  stormy  wave; 
And  though  his  arm  be  strong  to  smite, 

'Tis  also  strong  to  save. 


2  Long    hath    the    night    of     sorrow 
reign'd. 

The  dawn  shall  bring  us  light ; 
God  shall  appear,  and  we  shall  rise 

With  gladnes-s,  at  his  sight. 
Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  him,  and  rejoice; 
His  coming,  like  the  dawn  shall  be — 

Like  morning  songs  his  voice. 


3  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 

And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground. 
So  shall  his  presence  bless  our  souls, 

And  shed  a  joyous  light ; 
That  hallow'd  morn  shall  chase  uway 

The  sorrows  of  the  night. 


366 


Tune — Salvation. 


C.  M.  D. 


1  Attend  and  mark  the  solemn  fast 

Which  to  the  Lord  is  dear; 
Disdain  the  false  unhallowed  mask 

Which  vain  dissemblers  wear. 
Do  I  delight  in  sorrow's  dress  ? 

Saith  he  who  reigns  above; 
The  hanging  head  and  rueful  look, 

Will  they  attract  my  love  ? 


2  Let  such  as  feel  oppression's  load 

Thy  tender  pity  share  ; 
And  let  the  helpless,  homeless  poor, 

Be  thy  peculiar  care. 
Go,  bid  the  hungry  orphan  be 

With  thy  abundance  blest  ; 
Invite  the  wand'rer  to  thy  gate, 

And  spread  the  couch  of  rest. 


3  Let  him  who  pines  with  piercing  cold 

By  thee  be  warmed  and  clad  ; 
Be  thine  the  blissful  task  to  make 

The  downcast  mourner  glad. 
Then  bright   as   morning,   shall    come 
forth. 

In  peace  and  joy  thy  days; 
And  glory  from  the  Lord  above    . 

Shall  shine  on  all  thy  ways. 


103 


MYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


Tune — Athens. 


C.  M.  D, 


367 

1  They  talked  of  Jesus,  as  they  went; 
And  Jesus,  all  unknown, 

Did  at  their  side  himself  present 
With  sweetness  all  his  own. 

Swift,  as  he  op'd  the  sacred  word 
His  glory  they  discern'd; 

And  swift,  as  his  dear  voice  they  heard, 
Their  hearts  within  them  burn'd. 

2  He  would  have  left  them,  but  that 

they 

With  prayers  his  love  assailed: 
"  Depart  not  yet !  a  little  stay  !  " 

They  press'd  him,  and  prevail'd. 
And  Jesus  was  reveal'd,  as  there 

He  bless'd  and  brake  the  bread; 
But,  while  they  mark'd  his  heavenly  air 

The  matchless  guest  had  fled. 

3  And  thus,  at  times,  as  Christians  talk 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word, 

He  joins  two  friends  amidst  their  walk, 
And  makes,  unseen,  a  third. 

And  oh!  how  sweet  the  converse  flows, 
Their  holy  theme  how  dear, 

How  warm  with  love  each  bosom  glows, 
If  Jesus  be  but  near. 

4  And  they  that  woo  his  visits  sweet, 
And  will  not  let  him  go; 

Oft  while  his  broken  bread  they  eat. 
His  soul-felt  presence  know; 

His  gather'd  friends  he  loves  to  meet 
And  fill  with  joy  their  faith. 

When  they  with  melting  hearts  repeat 
The  memory  of  his  death. 

368  Tune— Abide  with  Me.  10s. 

1  Abide  with  me !     Fast  falls  the  even- 

tide, 
The  darkness  thickens;  Lord,  with  me 

abide: 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts 

flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little 

day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass 

away : 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 
O!   thou  who  changest  not,  abide  witb 

me. 


3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing 

word, 
But  as  thou  dwell'st  with  thy  disciples. 

Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  witli 

me. 

4  Come,  for  I  need  thee,  as  the  King  oi 

kings; 
My  shield,  my  sun,  with  healing  in  thy 

wings. 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every 

plea, 
Come,    friend    of   sinners,    thus   abide 

with  me. 

5  Thou    on   my  head   in    early  youth 

didst  smile, 
And   though   rebellious   and    perverse 

meanwhile. 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  thee; 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

6  I   need   thy  presence  every  passing 
hour; 

What    but    thy   grace    can    foil    the 

tempter's  power? 
Who,  like  thyself,  my  guide  and  stay 

can  be  ? 
Through   cloud  and  sunshine,  O  abide 

with  me. 


369  •^""* — Remember  Me.  C.  M. 

1  O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 

In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  sad  and  burdened  heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily, 

My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 
And  ills  I  can  not  flee, 

0  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  If  for  thy  sake,  upon  my  name 
Shame  and  reproach  shall  be, 

I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame. 
If  thou  remember  me. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


103 


5  When  worn  with  pain,   disease,  and 

grief, 
This  feeble  body  see; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
And,  Lord,  remember  me. 

6  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 
I  wait  thy  just  decree, 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

370  Tune— Harmony  Grove.  C.  M. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright. 
Implore  we,  bending  low. 

That  he,  the  uncreated  light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go, 

2  No  sinful  word,  or  deed  of  wrong. 
Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove. 

But  simple  truth,  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  opder  flow, 
O  Christ,  securely  fence 

Our  gates  beleagured  by  the  foe, 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor.  Lord, 
Our  daily  toil  may  tend  : 

That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 


371 


Tune — Blount  Fisgah. 


C.  M. 


1  Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 
With  rays  of  beauty  shine ! 

Oh  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days. 
And  all  their  round  be  thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  thee. 
Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain; 

Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  thou  thy  love  restrain. 

3  With  thee  let  every  week  begin. 
With  thee  each  day  be  spent ; 

For  thee  each  fleeting  hour  improv'd, 
Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 


372 


Tune — Esthenwah. 


7s,  4  lines. 


1   Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear. 
Guilty  though  I  am,  give  ear ; 
Show  thine  own  sweet  clemency; 
Spurn  me  not,  though  vile  I  be. 


2  Here  before  thee,  fallen,  weeping. 
And  with  tears  these  torn  feet  steeping; 
Jesus,  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

Pity  on  my  misery  take. 

3  Sharing   now    thy   wounds,    I   pray 

thee. 
Let  me  love  for  love  repay  thee — 
Thou,  whose  soul  for  sinners  smarted. 
Healer  of  the  broken-hearted  1 

4  On  my  heart  each  stripe  be  written, 
Wherewith  thou  for  me  wert  smitten; 
Each  deep  wound,  that  I  may  bo 
Wholly  crucified  with  thee. 


373 


Tane—Medfield. 


CM. 


1  The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 
Returning  fondly  home. 

Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idler  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and 

light, 
Above  all  low  delay, 
Where    nothing    earthly   bounds    her 

flight. 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant,  me.  Lord,  from  every  snaro 
Of  sinful  passion  free, 

Aloft  through  faith's  serener  air 
To  hold  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 
My  soul,  as  home  she  springs ; 

Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 


374 


Tune — Norwich. 


78,  4  lines. 


1  Day  by  day  the  manna  fell: 
0  to  learn  this  lesson  well ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed, 
Give  me,  Lord,  my  daily  bread. 

2  "  Day  by  day,"  the  promise  reads, 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs; 
Cast  foreboding  fears  away, 

Take  the  manna  of  to-day. 


104 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


3  Lord!   my  times  are  in  thy  hand: 
All  m^'  sanguine  hopes  have  planned, 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

4  Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give  ; 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live; 

So  shall  added  years  fulfill. 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 

3T5  Time— Ward.  L.  M. 

1  Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me. 
"When  Sabbath  bells  awake  the  day, 

And,  by  their  sacred  minstrelsy, 
Call  me  from  earthly  cares  away. 

2  Oft  when  the  world,  with  iron  hands, 
Has  bound  me  in  its  six  days'  chain, 

This  bursts  them,  like  the  strong  man's 
bands. 
And  lets  my  spirit  loose  again. 

3  Go,  man  of  pleasure,  strike  thy  lyre, 
Of  broken  Sabbaths  sing  the  charms; 

Ours  be  the  prophet's  car  of  fire 
That  bears  us  to  a  Father's  arms. 

3*TG  Tune— Greenville.  8s&7s. 

1  Lo!  it  dawns,  the  Sabbath  morning 
Streams  with  radiance  all  divine; 

Sanctity  thy  courts  adorning, 
Beautiful  with  grace  they  shine. 

Holiness  becomes  thy  dwelling, 
Peerless  sovereign  of  the  sky, 

Princely  palaces  excelling, 
Pomp  of  earthly  majesty. 

2  Kise,  my  soul,  the  day  is  breaking. 
Gladdened  nature  drinks  the  light; 

From  the  sleep  of  darkness  waking, 
Put  off  all  the  clouds  of  night. 

Take  the  rest  this  day  is  bringing, 
Rest  of  all  our  earthly  days. 

Enter  thou  his  gates  witli  singing. 
Tread  the  hallowed  floor  with  praise. 

377  Time-Peterboro.  C.  M. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf 
Before  the  Lord  was  waved, 

And   Christ,    first  fruits  of  them    that 
slept. 
Was  from  the  dead  received. 


2  He  rose  for  them  for  whom  he  died, 
That,  like  to  him,  they  may 

Rise  when  he  comes,  in  glory  great, 
That  ne'er  shall  fade  away. 

3  This  is  the  day  the  Spirit  canio 
With  us  on  earth  to  stay — 

A  comforter,  to  fill  our  hearts 
With  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 

4  His  comforts  are  the  earnest  suro 
Of  that  same  heavenly  rest 

Which  Jesus  entered  on,  when  ho 
Was  made  forever  blest. 


378 


Tune — Ionia. 


73,  4  lines. 


1  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way. 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  heaven. 

2  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above ; 
While  their  steps  thy  children  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


3  From  thy  house  when  we  return. 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ; 
Then,  at  evening,  we  may  say, 
"  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 


379 


Tune — Sli  Ulan  cl. 


e.  M. 


1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  might 
With  holy  fervor  sing; 

Let  hearts  and  instruments  unito, 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  his  holy  house. 
And  this  his  festal  day. 

When  he  accepts  the  humble  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 
In  mercy  first  was  given; 

The  church  her  Sabbath  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven  I 


IJYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


105 


580 


Time — Dcdhani. 


C.  M. 


1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
This  day  with  one  accord, 

Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord. 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  : 
One  inward  life  partake: 

One  be  our  heart ;  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils. 
One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 

Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when  among  the  saints  in  light 
Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 

ShaU  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine. 


381  Tune—Varina.  C.  M.  D. 

1  Oh,  sweetest,  dearest  tie!   that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one; 

Oh,  sacred  hope !  that  tunes  our  minds 

To  harmony  divine. 
The  blessed  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the   northern  wintry 

blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot; 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

3  Prom   eastern  shores,  from  northern 

lands. 
From  western  hill  and  plain. 
From    southern    climes,    the    brother- 
bands 
Ma}'  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope. 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope,  when  life  and  time  are  o'er. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 


4  No  lingering  look,  nor  parting  sigh. 

Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 

And  love  immortal  glows. 

0  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  ! 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 

The  hope,  when  days  and  year?  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heavei". 

382  Tunc— St.  ^nn's.  C.  M. 

1  How  hard  it  seems  (o  work  for  God, 
To  rise  and  take  his  part 

Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth 
And  not,  sometimes,  lose  heart  1 

2  111    masters    good;     good    seems    to 

change 
To  ill,  with  greatest  ease  ; 
A.nd  worst  of  all,  the  good  with  good 
Seems  at  cross-purposes. 

3  It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks ; 
And  we  lose  courage  then  ; 

And  doubts  will  come,  if  God  hath  Icept 
His  promises  to  men. 

4  The  look,  the  fashion,  of  God's  ways 
Love's  life-long  study  are  ; 

She  can  be  bold,  and  guess,  and  act 
When  Reason  would  not  dare. 

5  God's  justice  is  a  bed  where  we 
Our  anxious  hearts  may  lay, 

A.nd,  weary  with  ourselves,  may  sleep 
Our  discontent  away. 


383 


Tuiie — Sicilian  Hymn.  8s  &  7s. 


1  Onward,  Christian,  tho'  the  region 
Where  thou  art  be  drear  and  lone, 

God  hath  set  a  guardian  legion 
Very  near  thee — press  thou  on. 

2  Listen,  Christian,  their  hosanna 
Pvolleth  o'er  thee—"  God  is  love," 

Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 
"Upward  ever — heaven's  above." 

3  By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other, 
Is  the  mount  of  vision  won; 

Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother; 
Jesus  trod  it — press  Ihou  on! 


106 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


4  By  thy  trustful,  calm  endeavor. 
Guiding,  cheering,  like  the  sue. 

Earth-bound  hearts  thou  shalt  deliver; 
Oh,  for  their  sake,  press  thou  on  ! 

5  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 
For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace; 

While  it  needs  thee,  oh  no  longer. 
Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 

6  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily,  rather 
That  thou  be  a  faithful  son; 

By  the  prayer  of  Jesus — "Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done!" 


384  Tune—Stoclcwell.  8s  &,  7s. 

1  Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigor- 

ous ; 

Body  fail,  but  soul  have  peace ; 
Welcome,   pain !    thou  searcher  rigor- 
ous. 

Slay  me,  but  my  faith  increase. 

2  Sin,  o'er  sense  so  softly  stealing; 
Doubt,  that  would  my  strength  im- 
pair; 

Hence  at  once  from  life  and  feeling — 
Now  my  cross  I  gladly  bear. 

i  Up,  my  soul !  with  clear  sedateness 
Read  heaven's  law,  writ  bright  and 
broad, 

Up !  a  sacrifice  to  greatness. 

Truth,  and  goodness — up  to  God  ! 

4  Up  to  labor  !  from  thee  shaking 
Off  the  bonds  of  sloth,  be  grave  ! 

Give  thyself  to  prayer  and  waking; 
Toil  some  fainting  heart  to  save ! 


385  Tune—Jazer.  C.  M , 

1  O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 

But  Holy  Church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  Mark  ye  her  holy  battlements. 
And  her  foundations  strong  ; 

And  hear  within,  the  solemn  voice, 
And  her  unending  song. 


3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 
The  Holy  Church  of  God  ! 

Though  earthquake  shocks  are  rocking 
her. 
And  tempests  are  abroad; 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands — 

A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  fane  unbuilt  by  hands. 


Tune — Louvan, 


L.  M. 


386 

1  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple  built  to  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone. 

And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky; 

He   spread    its    pavement,   green    and 

bright. 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea — the  sky — and  ''all  was  good;" 
And  when  its  first  few  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  off'ring  stands — 
An     humbler     temple,     "made     with 

hands." 

5  We  can  not  bid  the  morning  star 
To  sing  how  bright  thy  glories  are; 
But,  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  meet  us  here, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  the  Christian's  tear. 

387  Twic—DuJce  street.  L.  M. 

1  Faith,  Hope,  and  Charity,  these  three, 
Yet  is  the  greatest  Charity; 

Father  of  lights,  these  gifts  impart 
To  mine  and  every  human  heart. 

2  Faith,  that  in  prayer  can  never  fail, 
Hope,  that  o'er  doubling  must  prevail, 
And  Charity,  whose  name  above 

Is  God's  own  name,  for  God  is  love. 

3  The  morning  star  is  lost  in  light, 
Faith  vanishes  at  i^erfect  sight. 
The  rainbow  passes  with  the  storm, 
And  Hope  with  sorrow's  fading  form. 


MYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


lo-y 


4  But  Charity,  serene,  sublime, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  and  time, 
Like  the  blue  sky's  all-bounding  space. 
Holds  heaven  and  earth  in  its  embrace. 


388  Tune—Alida.  C.  M.  D. 

1  Though  perfect  eloquence  adorned 
My  sweet  persuading  tongue, 

Though  I  could  speak  in  higher  strains 

Than  ever  angels  sung; 
Though  prophecy  my  soul  inspired. 

And  made  all  myst'ries  plain; 
Yet  were  1  void  of  Christian  love, 

These  gifts  were  all  in  vain. 

2  Nay,  though  my  faith  with  boundless 

pow'r 

E'en  mountains  could  remove, 
I  still  am  nothing,  if  I'm  void 

Of  holy,  heavenly  love. 
Although  with  lib'ral  hand  I  gave 

My  goods  the  poor  to  feed. 
Nay,  gave  my  body  to  the  flames — 

Still  fruitless  were  the  deed. 

3  Love  suffers  long;  love  envies  not; 
True  love  is  ever  kind ; 

She  never  boasteth  of  herself, 

Nor  proudly  lifts  the  mind. 
Love  harbors  not  suspicious  thoughts, 

Is  patient  to  the  bad; 
Griev'd   when   she   hears   of  sins   and 
crimes, 

And  in  the  truth  is  glad. 

4  Love   beareth   much,   much  she  be- 

lieves, 
And  still  she  hopes  the  best ; 
Love  meekly  suffers  many  a  wrong. 

Though  sore  with  hardship  pressed. 
Love  still  shaJl  hold  an  endless  reign. 

In  earth  and  heaven  above, 
"When   tongues    shall    cease,   and  pro- 
phets fail, 
And  every  gift  but  Love  1 

389  Tune — Dorrnance.  8s  &  7b 

1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping. 
Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 

Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  here  above. 


2  Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven ; 
Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine; 

Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given, 
Through  the  influence  all  divine. 

3  Sow  thy  seed ;  be  never  weary  ; 
Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy  ; 

Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 


390  Tune— Hastings.  0.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  be  not  faithless!  with  the  morn. 
Scatter  abroad  thy  grain; 

At  noontide — faint  not  thou  forlorn  ; 

At  evening — sow  again! 
Blessed  are  they,  whate'er  betide, 
Who  thus  all  waters  sow  beside. 

2  Thou  knowest  not  which  seed  shall 

grow, 

Or  which  may  die  or  live  ; 
In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience,  sow ! 

The  increase  God  shall  give, — ■ 
According  to  his  gracious  will, 
As  best  his  purpose  may  fulfill. 


391 


Tune — Luton, 


1  O  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  majesty  of  heaven  ! 

Rebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons — 
Their  souls  renewed,  their  sin  sfor- 
giveu. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine — 
The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun  ; 

Hold   forth   your    fair,   though    feeble 
light. 
Through   all   your    lives    let    mercy 
run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 
Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly  ; 

The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe ; 
To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  woe, 
And  be  her  counselor  and  stay; 

Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smc^oth 
1     To  useful,  happy  life,  his  way. 


lOS 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


is   done,    renounce    your 
righteousness     with 


5  When    all 
deeds, 
Kenounce     self 
scorn  : 
Thus  will  you  glorify  j'our  God, 
And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 


392  Time— Downs.  C.  M. 

1  Hark  how  Christ's  sweet  and  tender 

care 
Complies  with  our  weak  minds  ; 
Whate'er  our  state  and  tempers  are, 
Still  some  fit  work  he  finds. 

2  They  that  are  merry  let  them  sing, 
And  let  the  sad  hearts  pray; 

Let  those  still  ply  their  cheerful  wing. 
And  these  their  sober  way. 

3  So  mounts  the  early  chirping  lark 
Still  upward  to  the  skies; 

So  sits  the  lone  dove  in  the  dark 
Sighing  out  moans  and  cries. 

4  And  yet  the  lark,  and  yet  the  dove, 
Both  sing  through  several  parts; 

And  so  should  we,  howe'er  we  move. 
With  light  or  heavy  hearts. 

5  Or  rather  both  should  both  assay. 
And  their  cross-notes  unite; 

Both    grief  and  joy   should   sing    and 
pray. 
Since  both  our  hopes  incite. 

393  Tane—Gerar.  S.  M. 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
Thy  will  in  all  to  see; 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway. 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend  ; 

In  all  I  do,  be  thou  the  way, 
In  all,  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 


4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws 
E'en  servile  labors  shine; 

Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 


394  Time—Asmon.  C.  51. 

1  Speak  gently — it  is  better  far 
To  rule  hy  love  than  fear; 

Speak  gently — let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young — for  they 
Will  have  enough  to  bear; 

Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
Tis  full  of  anxious  carer 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart; 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run. 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 
They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  ; 

Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so; 
O,  win  them  back  again  ! 

5  Speak  gentl}' — 'tis  a  little  thing, 
Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well; 

The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

395  Tane—Sl.  Ann's.  C.  M. 

1  Yes,  they  have  caught  the  way   of 

God, 
To  whom  self  lies  displayed 
In  such  clear  vision  as  to  cast 
O'er  others'  faults  a  shade. 

2  A  bright  horizon  out  at  sea 
Obscures  the  distant  ships; 

Rough  hearts  look  smooth  and  beautiful 
In  charity's  eclipse. 

3  Then  mercy,  Lord  !  more  mercy  still ! 
Make  me  all  light  within. 

Self-hating,  and  compassionate, 
And  mild  to  others'  sin. 

4  I  need  thy  mercy  for  my  sin; 
But  then  with  this  I  need, — 

Thy  mercy's  likeness  in  my  soul 
For  others'  sins  to  bleed. 


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109 


5  'Tis  not  enough  to  weep  my  sins; 
'Tis  but  one  step  to  heaven  ; 

"When  I  am  kind  to  others,  then 
I  know  myself  forgiven. 

6  All  bitterness  is  from  ourselves, 
All  sweetness  is  from  thee; 

Sweet  God  1  forever  more  be  thou 
Fountain  and  fire  in  mo. 


396  Tune— Coventry.  C.  M. 

1  Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power; 

There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed. 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A   whispered   word   may   touch  the 

heart. 
And  call  it  back  to  life; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless,  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  powers  may  be, 

Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

397  Tune—Momon.  C.  M. 

1  Make   channels    for  the   streams   of 

love, 
Where  they  may  broadly  run  ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

2  But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 
Such  channels  to  provide, 

The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep 
That  blessing  from  above  ; 

Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have: 
Such  is  the  law  of  love. 


39S  Tune — Dunlap^s  Creel:.  0.  M. 

1  Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease, 
Where  night  gives  no  repose, 

And  on  the  cheek  where  sickness  preys 
Bid  health  to  plant  the  rose. 


2  Go,   where    the    friendless    stranger 

lies-; 
To  perish  is  his  doom ; 
Snatch  from  the  grave  his  closing  eyes. 
And  bring  his  blessing  home. 

3  Thus  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave 
Shall  we  as  freely  give; 

Thus  copy  Him  who  lived  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 


399  Tune—MoUiwca.  Ss,  7a,  &  43 . 

1  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 
My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 

Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word; 

Hallelujah! 
Now  we  offer  to  the  Lord. 

2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 

Let  his  saints  of  every  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame: 

Hallelujah! 
Gifts  we  offer  to  his  name. 

3  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 
May  the  world  the  Saviour  know; 

Be  to  him  these  gifts  devoted. 
For  to  him  mv  all  I  owe: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Run,  ye  heralds,  to  and  fro. 

4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 

Shout  with  joyful  acclamations 
His  divine,  victorious  love: 

Hallelujah ! 
By  this  gift  our  love  we'll  prove 


400 


Tune — Bavaria. 


1   Bring  the  tithes  into  the  storehouse; 

Let  there  be  a  bounteous  store; 
Then  I'll  pour  you  out  a  blessing 

Till  ye  have  no  room  for  more. 
Prove  me  now,  ye  doubting  children, 

Let  your  faith  attest  my  word; 
Trust  your  welfare  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  to  glorify  your  Lord. 


no 


HY3INS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


1  Stand  no  longer  idly  waiting; 

Prayer  unproved  hath  little  power; 
Vain  your  longing,  witliout  effort, 

To  advance  the  promised  hour. 
Bring  your  offerings  to  the  altar; 

Tithes  of  money,  work,  and  prayer; 
Yea,  M'ith  earnest  consecration, 

Give  yourselves  to  service  there. 

3  Then  will  I,  the  Lord  Jehovah, 

Surely  make  my  promise  good, 
Open  wide  the  lieavenly  windows, 

Pour  you  out  a  gracious  flood. 
Lord,  how  can  we  ever  doubt  thee, 

With  such  wondrous  promises? 
Help  us  now  by  faith  and  labor, 

Prove  thy  readiness  to  bless. 


401 


Time — liacy. 


CM 


1  She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 
Her  costliest  present  brought; 

To  crown  his  head,  or  grace  his  name, 
No  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 

2  So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored. 
And  not  the  poor  despised, 

Give  to  the  hungry  from  your  board; 
But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 

3  Go,  clothe  the  naked,  lead  the  blind, 
Give  to  the  weary  rest; 

Por  sorrow's  children  comfort  find, 
And  help  for  all  distress'd; — 

4  But  give  to  Christ  alone  thy  heart, 
Thy  faith,  thy  love  supreme; 

Then  for  his  sake  thine  alms  impart. 
And  so  give  all  to  him. 


402 


Tmie — Moriiington. 


C.  M. 


1  Son  of  the  Carpenter!  receive 
This  humble  work  of  mine, 

Worth  to  ray  meanest  labor  give. 
By  joining  it  to  thine. 

2  Servant  of  all,  to  toil  for  man 
Thou  wouldst  not,  Lord,  refuse; 

Th\'  majesty  did  not  disdain 
To  be  employed  for  us. 


3  Thy  bright  example  I  pursue, 
To  thee  in  all  things  rise; 

And  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do, 
Is  but  one  sacrifice. 

4  Careless,  through  outward  cares  I  go, 
From  all  distraction  free  ; 

My  hands  are  but  engaged  below. 
My  heart  is  still  with  thee. 

5  Oh  !  when  wilt  thou,  my  life,  appear! 
How  gladly  would  I  cry  — 

"'Tis   done,  the  work   thou  gav'st  me 
here, 
Tis  finished,  Lord!  "  and  fly. 


403  Tane-Ae.  L.  M.  D. 

1   A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 

Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 
That  I  could  never  answer  nay. 

1  had  no  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  carae; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once    when    my    scanty    meal    was 

spread, 

He  entered;  not  a  word  he  spake; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread — 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  and  brake, 
.■Vnd  ate — but  gave  me  part  again : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then! 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste  I 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  turst 
Clear   from   the  rock;    his   strength 

was  gone; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst: 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my 

cup. 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more ! 

4  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 
And    honored   him  'mid  shame  and 
scorn. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


Ill 


Mj  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  I  for  him  would  die  ? 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill. 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will !  " 

5  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view. 
The  stranger  started  from  disguise; 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew — 
My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named: 

"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 

Fear  not,  thou  didst  it  unto  me  I " 


404 


Tune — Happy  Zion. 


a,  7s,  &  • 


1  Saviour,  haste:  our  souls  are  waiting 
For  the  long  expected  day, 

"When,  new  heavens  and  earth  creating, 
Thou  shalt  banish  grief  away ; 

All  the  sorrow 
Caused  by  sin  and  Satan's  sway. 

2  Haste,  oh  hasten  thine  appearing. 
Take  thy  mourning  people  home  ; 

'Tis  this  hope  our  spirits  cheering, 
While  we  in  the  desert  roam. 

Makes  thy  people 
Strangers  here  till  thou  dost  come. 

3  Lord,  how  long  shall  the  creation 
Groan  and  travail  sore  in  pain, 

"Waiting  for  its  sure  salvation 
When  thou  shalt  in  glory  reign, 

And  like  Eden 
This  sad  earth  shall  bloom  again  ? 

4  Eeign,  oh  reign,  almighty  Saviour, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  one  unite; 

Make  it  known,  that  in  thy  favor 
There  alone  is  life  and  light; 

When  we  see  thee 
We  shall  have  supreme  delight. 

405  Tune—Ain.  S.  M.  D. 

1  My  Father's  house  on  high  ! 

Home  of  my  soul  !  how  near. 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye 

Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 
Ah  !  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love. 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 

Jerusalem  above. 


2  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 
And  all  my  prospect  flies  ; 

Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormj'  skies. 

Anon  the  clouds  depart. 

The  winds  and  waters  cease ; 

While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

3  I  hear  at  morn  and  even. 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 

The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Earth's  Babel-tongues  o'erpower. 

Then,  then  I  feel  that  he — 
Remembered  or  forgot — 

The  Lord  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  him  not. 


406 


Tune — Boonlon. 


C.  L.  M. 


1  Since  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
Such  radiant  gems  are  strewn. 

Oh  what  magnificence  must  glow. 

Great  God,  about  thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light — 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright  1 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky — 
With  thousand  stars  inwrought. 

Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught — 
Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What    splendor   at    the    shrine    must 
dwell! 


3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noonday  hour — 
Forth  from  his  flaming  vase 

Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower 
Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze — 

But  shows,  O  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine; 

What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost 
shine! 


4  Oh  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays! 
Or  how  our  spirits  so  impure. 

Upon  thy  glory  gaze! 
Anoint,  O  Lord,  anoint  our  sii;ht. 
And  fit  us  for  that  world  of  light. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  CHURCH, 


40T  Tune—Claremont.  H.  M. 

1  Sweet  place,  sweet  place  alone  1 
The  court  of  God  most  high, 

The  Heaven  of  heavens — the  throne 
Of  spotless  majesty! 
O  happy  place! 
When  shall  I  be, 
My  God,  with  thee 
To  see  thy  face  ? 

2  No  sun  by  day  shines  there, 
Nor  moon  by  silent  night; 
Oh,  no!  these  needless  are; 
The  Lamb  himself 's  the  light. 

O  happy  place ! 

When  shall  I  be, 

My  God,  with  thee, 
To  see  thy  face  ? 

3  There  dwells  my  Lord,  my  King, 
Judged  here  unfit  to  live; 

There  angels  to  him  sing, 

And  lowly  homage  give. 

O  happy  place ! 

When  shall  I  be, 

My  God,  with  thee, 

To  see  thy  face? 

4  The  patriarchs  of  old 
There  from  their  travels  cease; 
The  prophets  there  behold 
Their  long'd-for  Prince  of  Peace. 

O  happy  place  I 

When  shall  I  be, 

My  God,  with  thee, 
To  see  thy  face  ? 

5  The  Lamb's  apostles  thero 
I  might  with  joy  behold. 
The  harpers  I  might  hear 
Harping  on  harps  of  gold. 

O  happy  place  ! 

When  shall  I  be. 

My  God,  with  thee, 
To  see  thy  face  ? 

6  Earth's  but  a  sorry  tent, 
Pitch'd  for  a  few  frail  days, 
A  short-leas'd  tenement; 
Heaven's  still  my  hope,  my  praise. 

O  happy  place  ! 

When  shall  I  be. 

My  God,  with  thee. 
To  see  thy  face  ? 


Tune — Evaris. 


7s&Gs. 


408 


1  Jerusalem,  the  Golden, 
With  milk  and  honey  blest, 

Beneath  thj'  contemplation 
Sink  harp  and  voice  opprest. 

1  know  not,  O  1  know  not. 
What  social  joys  are  there  ! 

W^hat  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare  1 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Sion, 
Conjubilant  with  song. 

And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 
And  all  the  martyr  throng  ! 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them. 
The  daylight  is  serene  ! 

The  pastures  of  the  blessed 
Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David, 
And  there,  from  care  released, 

The  song  of  them  that  triumph. 
The  shout  of  them  that  feast! 

And  they,  who,  with  their  leader, 
Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 

Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white  I 

4  And  there  the  Sole-Begotten 
Is  Lord  in  regal  state — 

He,  Judah's  mystic  Lion, 

He,  Lamb  immaculate. 
Oh  fields  that  know  no  sorrow  I 

Oh  state  that  fears  no  strife  ! 
Oh  princely  bowers!  Oh  land  of  flow- 
ers I 

Oh  realm  and  home  of  life! 


409  Tane—Ecarls.  78  4  Gs. 

1  For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country  ! 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep; 

For  very  love  beholding 
Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 

The  mention  of  thy  glory 
Is  unction  to  the  breast, 

And  medicine  in  sickness. 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  With  jaspers  glow  thy  bulwarks. 
Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze; 

The  sardius  and  the  topaz 
Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 


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Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded, 
With  amythest  unpriced; 

Th}'  saints  l^uild  up  its  fabric, 
And  the  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

.■J  And  there  is  David's  fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow; 
yVnd  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow — 
The  light  tliat  hath  no  evening. 

The  health  that  hath  no  sore. 
The  light  that  hath  no  ending, 

But  lasteth  evermore. 

4  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 
But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 

Of  full  and  everlasting, 
And  passionless  renown : 

And  now  we  watch  and  struggle, 
And  now  we  live  in  hope. 

And  Sion,  in  her  anguish. 
With  Babylon  must  copo. 

5  And  martyrdom  hath  roses 
Upon  that  heavenly  ground; 

And  white  and  virgin  lilies. 
For  virgin  souls  abound. 

Their  grief  is  turned  to  pleasure — 
Such  pleasure,  as  below 

No  human  voice  can  utter, 
No  human  heart  can  know. 


6  There  Jesus  shall  embrace  us, 

There  Jesus  be  embraced — 
That  spirit's  food  and  sunshine. 

Whence  earthly  love  is  chased. 
Amidst  the  happy  choru-, 

A  place,  however  low, 
Shall  show  Him  us,  and  showing 

Shall  satiate  evermore  I 


^410  Tune— Webb.  7s  &  Gs. 

1  Jerusalem,  the  Glorious  I 

The  glory  of  the  elect! 
Oh  dear  ar. d  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee. 

E'en  here  thy  walls  discern  ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled. 

And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn. 


2  Oh  none  can  tell  thy  bulwarks, 
How  gloriously  they  rise  ! 

Oh  none  can  tell  thy  capitals 

Of  beautiful  devise  ! 
Thy  loveliness  oppresses 

All  human  thought  and  heart  j 
And  none,  O  peace,  O  Zion, 

Can  sing  thee  as  thou  art ! 

3  New  mansion  of  new  people. 
Whom  God's  own  love  and  light 

Promote,  increase,  make  holy, 

Identify,  unite ! 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

Thou  city  of  the  Lord  1 
His  land  and  benediction 

Is  the  glorious  decachord  1 

4  Oh  holy,  placid  harp-notc3 
Of  that  eternal  hymn  ! 

Oh  sacred,  sweet  refection. 

And  peace  of  seraphim  I 
Oh  thirst,  forever  ardent. 

Yet  evermore  content ! 
Oh  true,  peculiar  vision 

Of  God  omnipotent! 

5  Oh  !  sweet  and  blessed  country, 
Shall  I  ever  see  thy  face? 

Oh  !  sweet  and  blessed  country, 
Shall  I  ever  win  thy  grace? 

I  ask  not  for  my  merit, 
I  seek  not  to  denj', 

My  merit  is  destruction, 
A  child  of  wrath  was  I. 

6  Jerusalem,  exulting 
On  that  securest  shore, 

I  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 
And  love  thee  evermore. 

Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes; 
The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part; 

His  only,  his  forever. 
Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art  1 

Holy,  holy,  holy  I     Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we. 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore: 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed. 
From  that  world  by  thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here,  with  glad  accord. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !     Amen. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS 


GOD— Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.— Hymns 
1-18,  212,  317,  320,  324,  343. 
Perffxtions  of.— Hymns  137,  268,  273,  321, 
322,  323,  325,  329,  331,  407. 

JESUS  CHRIST— Person    and  Work. — Hymns 

19-109. 
True  God.— Hymns  14,  15,  21,  27,  35,  70, 

159,  342. 
First  Advent.— Hymns  20,  22,  24,  33,  69, 

263,  332. 
Birth  and  Life.— Hymns  25,  26,  28,  32,  34, 

36,  Parts  I.  and  II.  40,  63,  159,  162, 

337. 
Sufferings  and  Passion. — Hymns  37-39, 

41-44,   46-50,   52,   54,   55,  72,   128,  211, 

325. 
Burial   and   Resurrection.  — Hymns  45, 

56-60,  62,  64,  65,  68,  338. 
Ascension   and    Administration   of  His 

Government  as  Prophet,  Priest,  and 

King.— Hymns  51,  53,61,  65,  67,  74,  75, 

132,  134,  172,  248,  270,  311,  339. 
Second  Advent  to  Judgment  and  Glory. — 

Hymns  76-89,  91,  92,  94,  95,  97,  99,  100, 

102,  105,  405. 

CHURCH — Pentecost,  Holy  Spirit    Given. — 
Hymns  16,  110-115,  290,  360. 
Unity.— Hymns  121-123,  177,  381,  382. 

ORDINANCES  — Sabbath. —Hymns    116,   117, 

126,  376,  377,  378,  380. 
Preaching  the  Word. — Hymns  40,   131, 

231,  261,  334,  340,  341,  390,  391. 
Prayer.— Hymns  52,  73,  118,  130,  141,  264, 

267,    269,    271,    272,    282,   361,   363-367, 

392. 
Baptism.— Hymns  119,  165,  169,  170,  171. 
Lord's  Supper. — Hymns  4:5,  46,  49,  50,  54, 

79,  89,  172,  173,  232,  249,  309,  358,  368. 
\ 


CHURCH— Work.— Hymns  138,  139,  143,  153, 
385,  .390,  391,  392,  394,  39;j-399. 

Alms  Deeds.— Hymns  137,  400-404. 
Children  of  the. — Hymns  142, 144-152,  l.')4 

-158,  160, 103, 165-167, 171, 187,  199,  2(K). 
Martyrs  of.— Hymns,  175,  182,  186, 192. 
Triumph  and  Glory. — Hynius  51,  80,  103- 

105,  108,  109,  132-134,  183,  188,  189,  190, 

193,  195-198,  344,  384,  386,  409,  411. 

CHRISTIAN — Complete  in  Christ.— Hymns 
50,  53,  163,  172,  173,  181,  207,  209,  213 
218,  219,  222,  228,  229,  230,  232,  233 
246-249,  251,  256,  257,  259,  260,  265,  274, 
300,  307-309,  348. 

Graces.— Hymns  71, 125,  161,  191,  221,  223, 
225,  226,  228,  234,  236,  250,  254,  258 
310,  31'2-317,  329,  330,  336,  368,  373,  379; 
388,  389,  395. 

Trials.— Hymns  93, 120,  168,  180,  184,  202 

214,  235,  237,  244,  245,  202,  346,  349,  352, 
357,  359,  363,  372,  375. 

Service.— Hymns    129,  135,  137,  174,  193, 

194,  231,  238,  241,  242,  201,  265,  275,  293, 
345,  374,  383,  384,  390,  398. 

Expectation. — Hymns  79,  82,  85,  88,  89, 
98,  103,  107,  178,  185,  201,  203,  205,  206 
220,  264,  277,  278,  281,  282,  406-408,  410 

INVITATION    AND   WARNING.— Hymns  66, 

96,  97,  124,  140,  176,  207,  208,  210,  213^ 

215,  227,    243,  252,   253,   265,   286,   288 
289,  291,  292,  294-299,  301-:i07,  347 

LIFE — Value  AND  Brevity  of.— Hymns  90,  95, 

97,  179,  204,  239,  240,  244.  283,  284,  354- 
356,  358. 

MISCELLANEOUS.— Hymns  101,  106,  136,  164, 

220,  224,   262,   266,  276,  279,  280,  283, 

287,   291,   293,  306,  311,   321,  350,  351, 
353,  368,  371,  387,  393,  394. 


INDEX   OF   TUNES. 


TUNE.  L.  M.  BOOK. 

Admah  (L.  M.,  6  lines) Presbyteriun  Psalmodist. 

Ae  (L.  M.  D.) 

An  vera "  " 

Bewthoven Sliawm. 

Duke  Street Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Eaton  (6  lines) "  " 

Enon's  Isle  (6  lines) N'ew  Lute  of  Zion. 

Federal  Street Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

German  Air,  or  Mendon "  " 

Happy  Day New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Hebron Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Lou  van "  " 

Luther's  Hymn "  " 

Luton "  " 

Migdol "  " 

Old  Hundred "  " 

Park  Street "  " 

Philadelphia Sitered  Choir. 

Quito Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Kest 

Retreat ; "  " 

Rockbridge "  *' 

Rockingham "  " 

Rolland "  " 

Ro.senberg Shawm. 

Roth  well Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer  (L.  M.  D.) Siunlay-School  Hosanna. 

Tallis   Hymn Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Upton "  " 

IJxbridge "  " 

Ward "  " 

Ware "  " 

Wells "  " 

C.  M. 

Asmou Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Aspiration Christian  Hymnal. 

Avon,  or  Martyrdom Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Balerma "  " 

Brace Sacred  Choir. 

Brown Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Chimes "  " 

China "  " 

Chelmsford,  or  Melody "  " 

Christmas "  " 

Colchester "  " 

Coventry Shawm. 

Alida  (C.  M.  D.) New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Athens  (0.  M.    D.) I'resbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Belief  (C.   M.  D.) Temple  Choir. 

Brattle  S'reet  (C.  M.  D.) I'lesbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Cross  and  Crown,  or  Maitland .S'.unlay-School  Husanna. 

Dedham Presl)yterian  Psalmodist. 

Devizes "  " 


INDEX  OF  TUNES.  H^ 


TUNE.  C.  M.  —  Continued.  BOOK. 

Downs  Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Dundee "  " 

Duulap's  Creek "  " 

Ednioston "  " 

Edwards "  " 

Enfield  (C.  M.  D.) "  " 

Evan Shawm. 

Fountain Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Harmony  Grove Christian  Hymnal. 

Henry 81iawm. 

Howard Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Humble  Sinner  (C.  M.  D.) New  Lute  of  Ziou. 

I  do  Believe  (C.  M.  D.) Prayer-Meeting  'J'unes. 

Jazer Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Jordan  (C.  M.  D.) "  " 

Lacy "  '• 

Laight  Street "  " 

Maitland,  or  Cross  and  Crown Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Manoah Temple  Choir,  or  Greatorex. 

Martyrdom,  or  Avon Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Mear "  " 

Medfield Shawm. 

Melody,  or  Cholmst'ord Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Monson "  " 

Moors Harp  of  Judah. 

Mornington Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Mount  Pisgah Southern  Harmony. 

Naomi Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

New  Cambridge "  " 

Ortonville "  " 

Peniel "  " 

Peterboro' "  " 

Kemember  Me New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Keo I'resbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Salvation,  or  Kesolution  (C.  M.  D.) South  rn  Harmony. 

Siloam Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Solon Funk's  Collection. 

St.  Ann's Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

St.  Martin's "  " 

Stella  (C.  M.  D.) Harp  of  Judah. 

Stephens Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Varina Shawm. 

Woodland " 

Woodside , Harp  of  Judah. 

Woodstock I'resbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Zerah ,.  "  " 

S.  M 

Ain,  or  Lonsdale  (S.  M.  D.) Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Athol,  or  Cambridge "  " 

Bithyuia Temple  Choir. 

Boy  Is  ton Presbyterian  Psalmodist, 

Dennis "  " 

Dwight "  " 

Ferguson "  " 

Forever  with  the  Lord  (S.  M.  D.) New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Gerar Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Golden  Hill "  " 

Good  Tidings  (S.  M.  D.) Harp  of  Judah. 

Granby Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Greely  (S.  M.  D.) Jubilee. 

Kentucky i'resbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Laban "  " 

Lisbon "  " 

Little  Marlborough "  " 

Manly .Tiibilee. 

Muuon s'liiwm. 

Olmutz.  I'll  sbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Scioto bhawm. 

Shawmut Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 


518  INDEX  OP  TUNES. 

TUNE.  S.  M. — Continued.  book. 

Sliirland Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Silver  Street "  " 

St.  Thomas ' "  " 

L.  C.  M. 

Ganges Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Rapture "  " 

C.  L.  M. 

Boonton Christian  Hymnal. 

Hastings New  Lute  of  Zion. 

68. 

Sing  Praise Shawm. 

Gs  &  4s. 

America Shawm. 

Arno " 

Ava " 

Bethany Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Happy  Land "  " 

New  Haven Jubilee. 

Oak Sun  day- School  Hosanna. 

Olivet Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Cs  &  5s. 

Calvary's  Mountain New  Liite  of  Zion. 

Sunshine Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

7s,  4  LINES. 

Esthemoa Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Horton "  " 

Ionia "  " 

Norwich  "  " 

Pleyel's,  or  German  Hymn "  " 

Wilmot "  " 

7s,  6  LINES. 

Essex Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Sabbath Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Toplady,  or  Rock  of  Ages "  " 

7s,  8  LINES. 

Benevento Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Ethan "  " 

Martyn "  *' 

7s  &  5s. 
Jcaus  Paid  it  All Songs  of  Praise. 

73  &  Gs. 

Bernard Songs  of  the  Sanctuary. 

Evarts Carniina  Sacra. 

I  Want  to  be  an  Angel Sunday- School  Ho-aniia. 

Lexington Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Malleville ; Shawm. 

Mendebras Carmina  Sacra. 

Missionary  Hymn Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Outside  the  Gate Songs  of  Gladm-ss. 

Romaine Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Rural  Hill Jubilee. 

Seclusion Harp  of  .ludah. 

Somervale New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Stand  Up  for  Jesus Harp  of  Judab. 

Utica Jubilee. 

VKiulevender T<>niple  Choir. 

Webb Sbawm. 

78,  6s,  &  78. 
Merdin  (Burst  ye  Emerald  Gates) New  Lute  of  Zion. 


INDEX  TO  TUNES  119 


TUNE.  88.  BOOK. 

Beautiful  Zion Songs  of  Praise. 

De  Fleiuy,  or  Green  FicUls Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Madison Shawm. 

Timaa,  ^4  lines) Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

88  &  38. 

Laconia,  or  Will  you  Go Jubilee. 

88  &  68  (C.  P.  M.) 

Woodland  (by  repeating  the  third  strain) New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Just  as  I  Am Harp  of  Judiih. 

We  are  Coming Songs  of  Praise. 

8s  ife  78,  SINGLE. 

Bartimeus Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Dorrnance "  " 

Mount  Vernon Jubilee. 

Perez Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Katliburn  Gnatorex. 

Sicilian  Hymn Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Stockwell Jubilee. 

8s  &  7s,  C  LINES. 

Germany Sacred  Choir. 

Kedesh Shawm. 

8s  &  7s,  DOURLE. 

Angry  Words Silver  Spray. 

Autumn Shawm. 

Bavaria Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Bethel Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Caro Shawm . 

Crawford Harp  of  Judah. 

Emerson "  " 

Fount,  or  Good  Shepherd Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Greenville "  " 

Harwell  (8s  &  78,  or  8s,  7s,  &  7s) Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Home  beyond  the  Tide Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Let  me  Go American  Tune  Book. 

Middle  ton Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Park  Shawm. 

Shining  Shore Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

Smyrna Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Yates Shawm. 

8s,  78,  &  is. 

Ami V New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Calvary Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Delivcrajice "  " 

Farland "  " 

Gruner American  Harp. 

Happy  Zion New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Minnesota Jubilee. 

Mollucca New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Siberia American  Tune  Book. 

Unam Shawm. 

5s  &  lis. 
Holborn New  Lute  of  Zion. 

lOs. 

Joyfully,  joyfully New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Herb Shawm. 

10s  &  7s. 
Never  be  Afraid Golden  Censer. 


120  INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


TUNE.  lis.  BOOK. 

Frederick , Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Goshen,  or  Hinton "  " 

Lyons "  " 

Lyte New  Lute  of  Zion. 

Munir Carmina  Sacra. 

Perine Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Protection  (old) Funk's  Collection. 

lis  &  8s. 
Be  Kind  to  thy  Father Sunday-School  Hosanna. 

lis  &  9s. 
Sweet  Story  of  Old 

L.  P.  M. 
Admah Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

S.  P.  M. 
Dalston Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

P.  M. 

Children  in  Heaven Sundaj'-School  Hosanna. 

Beautiful  River Songs  of  Praise. 

H.  M. 

Burnham Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 

Claremont "  " 

Lenox "  " 

Lischer Shawm. 

Zebulon Presbyterian  Psalmodist. 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 


HYMN 

Abba  Father  we  approach  thee 10 

Abide  among  us  with  thy  grace 7 

Abide  witli  us  fast  falls  the 309 

Above  the  starry  spheres 110 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 174 

A  debtor  to  mercy  alone 222 

A  few  more  suns  shall  set 281 

Again  we  meet  0  Lord 143 

Ah  dearest  Lord  I  can  not  pray 3(ji 

Ah  God  is  other  than  we  think 331 

Ah  my  sweet  home  Jerusalem  (P.  III.) 205 

A  little  flock  so  calls  he  thee 189 

Alleluia,  Alleluia 60 

Alleluia,  sing  to  Jesus 74 

All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 

All  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow 57 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin 232 

All  ye  who  pass  by 42 

Amidst  the  mighty  where  is  he 327 

An  exile  for  the  faith 182 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 22 

Angels  where'er  we  go  attend 353 

Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken 200 

A  pathway  (ppens  from  the  tomb 59 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely 335 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief 404 

Around  Bethesda's  healing  wave 300 

Around  th(>  throne  of  God  in  heaven 158 

A  sea  of  glass  I  saw 197 

A  sinful  man  am  1 209 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 278 

A  soldier's  course  from  battles  won 202 

As  flows  the  rapid  river , 354 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 245 

Assemlded  in  our  school  once  more 144 

At  even  e'er  the  sun  was  set , 272 

Attend  and  mark  the  solemn  fast 307 

Attend  0  Lord  my  daily  toil 271 

A  trusting  heart,  a  yearning  eye 345 

Awake  Jerusalem  rejoice 190 

Bathed  in  unfallen  sunlight 108 

Beautiful  Zion  built  above 109 

Behold  a  royal  Bridegroom 195 

Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 40 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 305 

Be  kind  to  thy  father 152 

Beyond  the  hills  where  suns  go  down 98 

Bride  of  the  Lamb  awake 78 

Bright  the  vision  that  delighted 12 

Bring  the  tithes  into  the  storehouse 401 

Burst  ye  emerald  gates 339 

By  Christ  redeemid,  by  Christ  restored 173 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 8 

Call  them  in,  the  poor,  the  wretched 139 


HYMN 

Calm  on  the  ear  of  listening  night 332 

Can  it  be  right  for  me  to  go 234 

Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous 385 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 297 

Christ  has  done  the  mighty  work 50 

(Jlirist  is  coming,  let  creation 79 

Come  in  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 124 

Come  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 306 

Come  Lord,  and  tarry  not 81 

Come  Lord  Jesus,  0  come  quit  kly 86 

Come,  0  come  thou  King  of  glory 216 

Come  sing  with  holy  gladness 101 

Como  sinner  to  the  gospel  feast 299 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 301 

Complete  in  thee,  no  work  of  mine 233 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing 5 

Day  by  day  the  manna  fell 375 

Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn 376 

Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  slee| 279 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 208 

Descend  0  sinner  to  thy  woe 96 

Done  is  the  work  that  saves 49 

Earth  has  many  a  noble  city 26 

Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save 273 

Kaith  is  a  very  simple  thing 225 

Faith,  hope,  and  charity 388 

Far  down  the  ages  now 183 

Kar  from  the  world,  0  Lord  I  flee 304 

Father  of  mercies  hear 141 

Father  thy  power  is  merciful 328 

Fear  not  the  foe  thou  flock  of  God 190 

Fill  thou  my  life  0  Lord 275 

Fling  out  the  banner,  let  it  float 341 

Forever  with  the  Lord 277 

For  man  the  Saviour  shed 181 

For  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country 410 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day 379 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 32 

Fountain  of  good,  to  own  thy  love 125 

Fountain  Qf  love  thyself  true  God 8 

Gainst  what  foeman  art  thou  rnshing 131 

Give  ear,  0  earth,  give  ear 83 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 18 

Glory  to  God  on  high n 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing I37 

God  hath  bereaved  me  of  my  child I(i8 

God  is  in  his  holy  temple 3 

God  is  love  his  mercy  brightens 323 

God  of  all  grace  we  bring  to  thee 119 

God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 171 

God  of  union,  God  of  love 142 

God  the  Creator  blessed lie 


122 


INDEX  OF  HYMNS 


HYMN 

Go  labor  on,  spend  and  be  epent 1^8 

Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease 309 

Gracious  Jesus,  Lord  most  dear 373 

Gracious  Saviour,  ycntle  Sheidnrd 1-17 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer „...  3G0 

Great  God,  when  I  approach  thy  ihrone.. ."....  217 
Guard  well  thy  lips 2(j6 

Hark  how  Christ's  sweet  and  tender  care 393 

Hark  the  cry,  behold  he  cometh 87 

Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices 198 

Hark  'tis  tlie  Saviour's  voice 253 

Hark  'tis  the  watchman's  i  ry 92 

Paip  awake,  tell  out  the  story 355 

Haste,  my  dull  soul 204 

Health  of  the  weak  to  make 301 

Heavenly  Father  may  thy  love liJO 

He  came,  he  came llli 

He  gave  me  back  the  bond 258 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well 239' 

Here  cares  and  angry  passions 303] 

He  speaks;  the  gracious  words 255j 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 390; 

Himself  he  could  not  save 43 

Holy  Spirit  in  my  breast 1151 

Hosanna  raise  the  pealing  hymn 7G| 

How  hard  it  seems  to  work  for  God 383 

How  high  thou  art,  our  songs 325 

How  lost  was  my  condition. 308 

How  oft  the  morn  has  cheated  us 82 

How  serious  is  the  charge 145 

How  shalt  thou  bear  the  cross 34r> 

How  sob  mn  are  the  words 140 

How  strong  the  thought  of  God 318 

How  sweet,  how  heaviiily 123 

Ho  ye  that  thirst  approach 304 

I  fear  thee  0  thou  living  God 317 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 218 

I  hear  the  words  of  love.. 249 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 219 

1  need  thee  precious  Jesus 2411 

In  days  of  old  on  Sinai 35 

In  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigns 270 

In  pulses  deep  of  threefold  love .320 

luspirer  and  hearer  of  pra.\er 9 

In  streets  and  openings  of  the  gates 303 

I  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 201 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 191 

In  the  Hoods  of  tribulation I,s4 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace 207 

I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus 312 

It  r-ame  upon  the  midnight  clear 23 

It  is  the  voice  of  love  ilivine C(i 

I  think  when  I  read  that  fweet  story 157 

I  wish  to  have  no  wishes  left 3.30 

I  worship  thee  sweet  will  of  God .329 

I've  cast  my  deadly  doing  down 257 

I've  found  a  friend,  0  such  a  friend 259 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  (P.  II.) 205 

Jerusalem  the  Glorious 411 

Jerusalem  the  Golden 409 

Jerusalem  thrice  happy  seat  (P.  IV.) 205 

Jesus  bids  me  seek  his  face 1.50 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  soands 254 

Jesus  is  God,  0  could  I  now 342 

Jesus  is  God,  the  solid  earth 14 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory 15 

Jesus  Lord  we  look  to  thee 267 

Jesus  thou  art  my  Kighteousness 247 


HTMN 

Jesus  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 21(^ 

Jesus  wept,  those  tears  aie  over 337 

Joylully,  joyfully,  onward  we  move 178 

Joyfully  singing,  now  ouwanl 185 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 213 

•Just  as  thou  art,  how  wonduois  f.iir 227 

Just  as  thou  art  without  one  trace '.  215 

Lead  them  my  God  to  thee 106 

Let  all  who  name  His  name 241 

Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear 321 

Let  us  awake  our  joys 344 

Let  us  now  nev/  anthems  raise 192 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgiini's  heart 100 

Lie  down  frail  body  liere 280 

Listen  to  the  gospel  tellii.g XH 

Little  children,  Jesus  calls  you 148 

Little  drops  of  water 153 

Lo  from  the  desert  homes 3.3 

Lo  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending 94 

Lo  it  dawns  the  SaMiath 377 

Look  ye  saints  the  sight  is  glorious 65 

Lord  at  this  closing  hour 1,30 

Lord  give  me  light  to  do  my  work 242 

Lord  I  believe,  thy  power  1  own 238 

Lord  Jesus,  God  and  Man 1.59 

Lord  of  ulory,  who  hast  bought  us 128 

Lord,  our  longing  hearts  grow  weary 91 

Lord,  thy  gloiy  tills  the  heaven 324 

Lo  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 175 

Loud  was  the  wind  and  wild 243 

Make  channels  for  the  stream  of  love 398 

Make  haste  0  man  to  live 284 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured 37 

Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of  David 296 

Blessiah  at  thy  glad  approach 99 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 237 

Mv  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 179 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 71 

My  Father's  house  on  high 406 

My  God,  my  God  and  can  it  be 212 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love 223 

My  life's  a  shade,  my  days 90 

My  Saviour,  Jesus,  dearest  love 315 

My  soul  amid  this  stormy  world 93 

My  tongue  shall  spread  the 231 

Nearer  my  God  to  thee 234 

Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesns 261 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 208 

No  blood,  no  altar  now 45 

No  not  the  love  without  the  blood 46 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here 97 

Nothing  either  great  or  small 266 

Not  what  these  hands  have  done 251 

Now  condescend  Almighty  King 163 

Now  I  have  found  a  friend .309 

Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming .371 

Now  the  day  is  over.... 104 

Now  the  thirty  years  accomplished  (P.  II.)...    36 

O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe 48 

Of  all  the  gifts  thy  love  bestows 224 

Of  the  Father's  love  begotten 19 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 180 

O  be  not  faithless 391 

O  blessed  day  when  first  was  poured 31 

0  bread  to  pilgrims  given 172 

0  come  and  mourn  with  n)e 44 

O  day  by  day  each  Christian  child 160 


INDEX  or  HYMNS. 


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HVMNi 

0  day  of  rest  and  gladness 1 17  Sing  to  the  Lord  our  might. 

1' do  not  let  the  Word  depart 294 

0  faith,  thou  workest  miracles 314 

O  gift  of  gifts,  0  grace  of  faith 22G 

0  God,  thy  power  is  wonderful 326 

0  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 221 

0  happy  day  wheii  first  we  felt 230 

0  head,  blood-stained  and    wouuded 38 

0  head  so  full  of  bruises 39 

0  home  of  fadeless  splendor ....  20 

0  how  kindly  hast  thou  led  me 351 

0  Jesui,  thou  art  standing 17i 

0  Lord,  I  live  always  in  pain 357 

0  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  from  me 214 

0  Lord,  while  we  confess  the  worth 170 

O  Love  Divine,  what  hast  thou  done 54 

0  Love  of  God,  how  strong  and  true 55 

0  mean  may  seem  tliis  house  of  clay 270 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem  (P.  I.) 205 

0  my  dear  t>aviour 336 

0  peace  of  God,  sweet  peace 313 

0  praise  our  God  to-day 126 

0  quickly  come  dread  judge 84 

0  sacred  head  surrounded 41 

0  Sion,  open  wide  thy  gates 29 

O  soul  of  Jesus  sick  to  death 211 

O  streams  of  earthly  pleasure 285 

O  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds ..  382 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness 370 

0  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye 289 

0  what  a  bright  and  blessed 101 

0  what  if  we  are  Christ's 177 

O  what  stupendous  mercy 392 

0  where  are  Kings  and  Empires  now 386 

0  wondrous  type,  0  vision  fair 34 

0  worsliip  the  King,  all  glorious 1 

Once,  only  once,  and  once  for  all  72 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 244 

One  sole  'baptismal  sign 122 

Onward  Christian  soldiers 193 

Onward  Christian  though 384 

Oppressed  with  noonday's  scorching 248 

Our  blest  Redeemer  ere  he  breathed 114 

Our  life  seem-i  like  an  idle  play 240 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from 338 

Peace  Karth's  last  battle  has  been 105 

Phinted  in  Christ  the  living  vine 381 

Praise  Lie  thine  most  Holy  Spirit 16 

Kejoice,  rejoice  believers 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 151 

Rest  for  the  little  sleeper 167 

Resting  from  Ili-i  work  to-day 58 

Rise  glorious  Conqueror  rise 61 

Saviour  again  to  thy  dear  name 129 

Saviour  blessed  Saviour 187 

Saviour  come  thy  saints  are  waiting 79 

Saviour  haste  our  souls  are  waiting 405 

Saviour  when  in  dust  to  thee 52 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word 397 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph 67 

See  yon  blaze  of  earthly  splendor 103 

Shall  this  life  of  mine  be  wasted 283 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 155 

She  loved  her  Saviour  and  to  Mini 402 


HYMN 

....  380 


feingwethe  martyrs  blest 186 

Since  o'er  thy  footstool  here 407 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led 220 

Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise 25 

Son  of  the  Carpenter  receive 403 

Soon,  soon  and  forever 203 

Soon  this  corruptible 107 

Souls  of  men  why  will  ye  scatter 298 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 340 

Sounds  the  trumpet  from  afar.  136 

Sovereign  grace  o'er  sin  abounding 229 

Speak  gently  it  is  better  far 395 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  4 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 135 

Sweet  place,  sweet  place 408 

Teach  me  my  God  and  King 394 

Tell  me  not  in  mournful  numbers  356 

That  city  with  the  jeweled  crest 104 

That  warning  voice  0  Sinner  hear 302 

The  ancient  law  departs 30 

The  author  of  salvation 146 

The  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies 374 

The  (ihurch  has  waited  long 80 

The  Church's  one  foundation.  121 

The  cross  stands  firm,  no  blast  of  time 51 

The  day  of  Resurrection 62 

The  first  sad  hours  of  shame 263 

The  heavenly  child  in  stature  grows 28 

The  highest  and  the  holiest  place 262 

The  Holy  Ghost  is  here 112 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  no  want 274 

The  night  is  wearing  fast  away 89 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 387 

The  prophet  gave  the  sign 20 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawu 264 

The  royal  banners  forward  go 47 

The  Shepherd  now  was  smitten 1.33 

The  sinner  who  by  precious  faith. 260 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 132 

The  Son  of  God  in  mighty  love 69 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 290 

The  thought  of  God  above  below 319 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep 288 

The  Word  with  God  the  Father  One 27 

The  world  is  very  evil 85 

Thee  we  acknowledge  God  and  Lord 70 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  Lord 2 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy .306 

There  is  a  happy  land 199 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 118 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when 286 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet 162 

There  is  no  sorrow  Lord  too  light 120 

There's  not  a  tint  that  paints 322 

There  is  plentiful  redemption 307 

I'hey  are  going,  only  going 200 

They  talked  of  Jesus  as  they  went 368 

Think  well  how  Jesus  trusts  himself. 311 

This  did  not  once  so  trouble  me 316 

This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf 378 

Though  faint  yet  pursuing 352 

Though  perfect  eloquence  adorned 389 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 64 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place 348 

Thou  art  near  yes  Lord  I  feel  it 73 

Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace 165 

Shine  on  our  souls 372|Thou  God  whose  thoughts  are 343 

Shine  on  sweet  sun  and  let  my  day 282  Thou  whose  almighty  word 131 

Sing  ray  tongue  the  glorious  battle  (P.  I.)..     36lThy  works  not  mine  0  Christ 53 


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INDEX  OF  HYMNS. 


HYMN 

Time's  sun  is  fast  setting 95 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 295 

To  fear  is  harder  than  to  weep 359 

Trustingly,  trustingly  Jesus  to  thee 310 

Ungrateful  sinners  whence  this 305 

Watch7uan  tell  me  does  the 102 

We  are  coming  blessed  Saviour 149 

We  are  not  left  to  walk  alone 113 

We  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing 154 

We  give  thee  but  thine  own 127 

We  leave  now  behind  us , 293 

Welift  our  hearts  to  thee 2G9 

We  plough  the  fields  and  scatter 1 

We'll  sing  in  spite  of  scorn 24 

We're  traveling  home  to  heaven 292 

We  speak  of  the  mercy  of  God 291 

What  a  world  with  all  its  sorrows lOH 

What  star  is  this  with  beams  so  bright 21 


HYMN 

When  his  salvation  bringing 156 

When  Syria's  leprous  chief 252 

Wherefore  weep  we  over  Jesus 56 

AVhile  the  darkness  yet  hovers 77 

While  others  crowd  the  house  of  mirth 350 

Who  toueh'd  me,  dost  thou  ask 250 

With  Christ  we  died  to  sin 228 

With  laud  and  loud  thanksgiving 63 

With  my  substance  I  will  lienor 400 

With  tearful  eye  I  look  around 349 

Wrapped  in  a  Christless  shroud  287 

Years  fly,  0  Lord  and  every  ear 358 

Ye  humble  souls  that  seek 347 

Ye  servants  of  our  glorious  King 194 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 238 

Yes  for  me  for  me  he  caieth  75 

Yes  they  have  caught  the  Wiiy 396 

Ziou  stands  with  hills  surrounded 188 


